DREAMS PART 5

Immediately Aisha saw her father, the whole fun became sour. She started a reprisal form of act.
She suddenly started crying thanking Allah her father came to her rescue.
She ran towards the general and fell down at his feet like a lady that was really raped.
I looked up and saw the fury in her father’s face. I saw death face to face and it wasn’t smiling.
He looked at her daughter and tears rolled down his eyes.
I tried to wear my boxers and the next I saw was stars…………

It was a deserted room with one small window.
The floor is colder than the normal floor.
Ventilation is a luxury no one enjoys when confiscated in this kind of environment.
Later on I discovered it was called ‘guard room’.
I was still naked but my clothes were packed beside me.
I didn’t understand anything for almost an hour when I became a live again.
The drama started playing in my mind again.
Genuinely I didn’t hate Aisha; instead I became scared.
How easily a woman can change in times of trouble.
I slowly put on y clothes and the door opened afterwards.
The soldier entered the room with a whip and asked me to go out of the guard room.
He helped my back with one stroke from the whip and then I knew it was impossible surviving outside.

Lagos is rough I know but I don’t suffer this way. Abuja is full of oppression.
If you don’t belong in the clique that determines the progression
or retrogression just be loyal and believe in your God.
I have lived with this family and I’ve seen three different vantage points of life.
I walked up the stairs and discovered the guard room was a basement.
It leads to the passage beside the lawn tennis court.
I saw Aisha and Mustapha with some other of their dad’s friend.
All military inclined and Mustapha looked at me as if I betrayed him.

They were drinking and the general was smoking a Cuban cigar.
One of the friends asked if this was the rapist and he answered yes.
What is your name? I answered Francis Itohan.
Which Itohan is that I said the one from Edo state?
His attention intensified and after a little inquisition I discovered he was my father’s step brother.
My savior has arrived I knew. I thank God for saving me from the lion’s den and I promised to serve him all my life. Colonel Osaze looked at me and asked how it all happened. Without mincing words I got into the narration. I cried half the time I was narrating. They would have felt it was emotions; not knowing it was the pains the slap gave me. The general looked at Aisha and she couldn’t deny it any longer. He asked her over and over if I really raped her and at last she said no. general felt so bad; he pulled me closer and told me next time be outspoken. He gave a pat on my back.
He called one of his men whispered something and off I went.

I was taken to another guest house a little more of distance than the former and all was set for me in this guest house. I was left with two staff that is ready to do whatever I want.
Whatever meal I wanted; whatever channel I want to watch and jokingly I asked for a girl then a
lovely slim girl entered the room. She came with an intention that sex was the reason.
I just needed to play with someone. She tried coming close as I pushed away.
It was in the midst of this that Aisha entered the room and shouted at her to get out.
She knelt down to apologize and fearfully I pulled her up.
She dropped a cheque on the bed and looking closely it was my name
with an amount in words: fifteen million naira only. I was so happy;
I pulled her to me and gave her a kiss. She pushed me back and said.
This and many more under one condition……. You must marry me

DREAMS PART 4

15/11/2013

 I can’t stop thinking of Aisha. It looked more like a dream than reality. I just had the best kiss in the world. The tingling feeling that followed cannot be underestimated in the abilities that froze the two bodies together in an atmosphere that lasted like forever. Just a kiss; some people would call it, but to me it was more.  I felt the warmth, as it still circulates my body. I still feel the heat as it stays, wrapping me. Closing my eyes, I was swaddled in your fragile memory. I go to grasp you, but I stop myself just in time. The barely audible sound of your lips parting with my skin sings in bursts of warmth, reminisced in my mind. The subtle nature of your lips caresses the whole facade of smile I kept. Though I didn’t see it, the imaginations I cannot misplace.  I kept on thinking of this future that lies in front of me and sleep was not in view that night. 

I picked up my pen and paper and for the first time in my life I wrote this poem:

 I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.

I gaze at your pictures
As I go to sleep,
I can hear your voice
It sounds oh so sweet

You say close your eyes
tell me what you see
I see only two people,
just you and me.

You look in my eyes
And hold me so tight,
The fears that we have
Will soon have respite

I cannot contain
My feelings for you,
My heart is set free
It belongs only to you

Since I was unemployed I kept the poem on the table in my room in expectations of her the next day.
My sleep started around sunrise after a long wait. I had dozed off and the knock on my door woke me up.
It was more of bang than a knock. Subconsciously from my sleep I answered and staggered to the door.
Turning the key slowly to open for either Mustapha or Aisha;
surprisingly it was General who was knocking.
Hello, who are you? He asked
I’m …. Em I’m Mustapha’s friend.
Don’t you have a name my friend!
My name is Francis sir. At this point I was at attention. He walked into the room to observe all that was within.
And after a while told one of his military securities to lock the room without touching
a piece and I should be escorted into his mansion.
Bare footed I was guided into the supposed lion’s den.
An orphan like me to face a General in the Nigerian army is like a dog facing a lion.
I knew I was dead but I didn’t want the pain that would lead to my death. I prefer a shot in the head if possible.

I waited outside for a very long time before General had my time. Even when he did, he started with a long phone call to who I never cared. The talk was long with emotions changing like a chameleon. And afterwards he called me closer, with whom did you say you were again? I continued with a little bravery like someone whose death sentence has been pronounced. My name is Francis Itohan. Who is your father? The late doctor Itohan I answered. He turned to one of the guards and said call Aisha for me. Then I suspected he might have known something was about to go down between me and his daughter. When Aisha arrived; she was surprised to see me inside their compound, thus asked me what I was doing there? I didn’t answer. The dad turned to her and asked who I was. She said I was Mustapha’s friend who helps her with all her assignment.

The tone of praise from Aisha was wonderful. I didn’t know I was that good. My energy was restored and pride came over me. The man looked at me and asked is that all. I nodded a yes. He said we should get out of his sight.

Meanwhile he should move to the room upstairs……….. I sometimes use that room downstairs. Aisha walked me back into the guest house to show me the room upstairs and with dad’s approval even the securities know I was an official inhabitant in this abode. She walked into my room and saw the poem I wrote on the table and her concentration was extreme as all was motionless around her for a while. It took almost five minutes before I realized we were two in the room. I looked towards Aisha and discovered she had held the poem in her hands reading it all over again with tears of joy in her eyes.

I walked towards her to stop her from crying but she buried those wonderful lips one more time on me. Loosing my energy she pushed me on the bed. Stretched her hands to close the door she joined me on the bed. The kiss deepened with tops being removed. She tickled every part of my body with her tongue to the point I felt like the woman. Slowly she removed her bra exposing the sumptuous round breast. An endowment I never saw this way. It was quite different from the ones I used to see in my neighbourhood in Lagos. They were fresh from yard and I knew it. I was careful with it at first but when I fully got a grab of it….. She knew I was a man.

Pulling off tight jeans sometimes could spoil the course of pleasure. It took a while and a halt to pull off the jeans but we resumed with the same fire and energy required. Seeing Aisha fully naked; I knew I’ve seen the mother of my kids. I lay on top of her raising the right leg slowly and guiding my dick into the wet arena for an everlasting move of sexual intercourse. The humming tone she gave; made me know it was really reserved for me. I felt we were married already. Using my two hands to joggle the breast, with a right leg resting on my shoulders, I slowly but consistently continued plunging into Aisha. The speed increased after a while and after some time, when I was reaching orgasm the noise increased. With an intensified force from within, I poured all fertility into the womb to carry my baby, and the door opened.

Lo and behold it was General………

DREAMS PART 3

Mustapha was kept in the cell by his father for talking to his mother rudely. I wondered what kind of lazy man the general was. You cannot train your own child again. You are leaving the fate of your child into the hands of the Nigeria police force… hmmm. I told him what I did wrong and he felt bad also. The soldiers that came to release him the next day stood in for me also. Immediately he stepped out of the station his levels changed. Three cars came to pick him and soldiers started barricading him again. He picked ten thousand naira from a slot in the car and gave me with his number written on a card. Give me a call and sirens started clearing the road for the wayward son.

Now I’m a free man with nowhere to go and nobody to call a friend apart from Mustapha. I walked into a joint and asked for cigarette and soda. Everything seems expensive in this town as soda is five hundred naira. I brought out a copy of complete sports newspaper I bought the previous day and read slowly to kill time. From time killing I mistakenly slept off. It was the giggle of some beautiful ladies that woke me up. I was scared and ashamed. Did I really sleep off? I thought to myself how loud my snore was. The ladies looked at me one more time in my confused state and laughed again. A woman walked up to me and asked if there was no problem, I told her there was none. 

I left the joint in shame and walked to the nearest phone booth to make a call. Mustapha has given me his number and how would I start calling someone I just met; who gave me ten thousand for accommodation problems again. The line rang all through the first time with no response. There was a complete ring the second time also. I was about leaving when the phone rang and he was calling back. I rushed to pick and told him the situation I found myself. He gave me an address and told me to meet him there. I stopped a taxi and told him the address: No 234b Kwame Nkrumah Street Asokoro. The driver looked at me in surprise like; who do I know there. 

It was three houses away from them Mustapha’s house. It was like a guest house. He opened a room for me and introduced me to the workers. He told them I’ll be here for a while thus I should be granted all the priviledges expected. I knelt to thank him but he pulled me up and said something “what are friends for”……. Frank don’t worry you’ll do better for me if it was you. I nodded like I knew I would but …….. We sat outside under a tree in the compound reminiscing when a group of girls walked inside. That’s my sister and her friends. They come here more than me he said. “They were matured and ready to be slaughtered” (a slang we use to describe maturity). They walked to us and greeted Musty and I. they said they came to do some group learning. They want to learn more about Sigmund Freud’s psycho analysis.

I leaped into the conversation: Sigmund Freud was an Austrian neurologist who became known as the founding father of psychoanalysis. Born: 6 May 1856 and died 23 September 1939

Freud qualified as a doctor of medicine at the University of Vienna in 1881, and then carried out research into cerebral palsy, aphasia and microscopic neuro-anatomy at the Vienna General Hospital. He was appointed a university lecturer in neuro-pathology in 1885 and became a professor in 1902.

In creating psychoanalysis, a clinical method for treating psychopathology through dialogue between a patient and a psychoanalyst, Freud developed therapeutic techniques such as the use of free association (in which patients report their thoughts without reservation and in whichever order they spontaneously occur) and discovered transference (the process in which patients displace onto their analysts feelings derived from their childhood attachments), establishing its central role in the analytic process. Freud’s redefinition of sexuality to include its infantile forms led him to formulate the Oedipus and electoral complex as the central tenet of psychoanalytical theory.

Significantly Sigmund believed every human could be traced in his deepest part through some basic instincts. The unconscious is the portion of the mind of which a person is not aware of. Freud said that it is the unconscious that exposes the true feelings, emotions, and thoughts of the individual. There are varieties of psychoanalytic techniques used to access and understand the unconscious, ranging from methods like hypnosis, free association, and dream analysis.

They were lost in my prowess of thoughts that I became a scene of knowledge to them. When I stopped they knew they were where they needed to be. Then I asked what the assignment is. They slowly opened their books and read “write on Sigmund Freud’s psychoanalytic theory”. Then I met the first three female friends in Abuja. 

With a textbook introduced it took me less than three hours to compose a prose on Sigmund. They appreciated me extremely and I became a muse for their success. Aisha started having feeling for me after I told her my life history one rainy afternoon. I mixed up the story in such a way that the devil would also pity me if he tends to listen. The emotions were greater than those in titanic and like a sinking Jack she became a Rose Surprisingly the daughter of a multi millionaire kissed the son of Dr and Mrs Itohan of blessed memory. She held me tight as she kissed me and told me when we pulled apart that she would always be there.  Then I knew again, I have a dream.