HUNTER'S TRAIL PROLOGUE

Pains and pleasures, love and hatred, peace and worries, fears and faith, joy and sorrow…. Mixed emotions I have lived with in this over thirty years of my existence but one thing I am so sure of is in all things I give thanks to God. From childhood to being who I am today, I have built friendship and caused hatred, made relationships and broken many hearts, loved and have been loved and sincerely I’ve had my share of heart breaks also.  The celebration is about to get jiggy as friends are so willing to share their Saturday with me in this new Port Harcourt city I found myself. But I must leave my fans with something so interesting on my birthday.

Exactly 10 years ago in the ancient city of Benin, there lived a girl called Rolly. She is an example of a beauty. She had a ideal shape and good looks. Her diction was perfect and her morals were on point. Her personality was heavenly as she can pass for the most decent girl in the city but something exposed the other side of her. She wasn’t all we knew her to be….. and in the course of my life I celebrated a birthday that got her invited and the whole episode started. Rolly was the pride of every man in the city. Daddies queued like they needed a second or third wife in her, uncles oppressed us at her presence and even pastors and reverend fathers acted like they have to lead her to Christ. But all these people were misplaced just for me.

The hassles of getting all set for a celebration isn’t that easy. Moving from one point to another and getting to make sure the dj was on point not to talk of drinks being chilled and food being ready. I didn’t know what a party planner was called then and the whole arrangement was based on little resources daddy and uncles gave me coupled with the little one i could steal.

I called all the girls I could remember in Benin and some guys so that my party could be the talk of the town. At 2 pm I had like 16 girls in my house for a party that was to start by 4pm. The dj started with some slow songs and the atmosphere was going to be turned up later. Dad and mum had left the house for me thus the whole essence was misbehavior. For the first time it took me close to thirty to pick the right cloth to wear and afterwards I decided something simple would be better. The sitting room was crowded which was against  our plans thus we controlled the crowd by moving them outside but I saw someone was struggling to get in. I looked at Susan as she was struggling to get in and I paved the way for her. In a bit the sitting room was cleared and there was free flow of human. Drinks were in excess and the whole house looked like a love garden. Sincerely I felt like Gatsby at one of his parties.

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Girlfriends were beefing themselves as they all wanted my attention. Vera was with my room key, as Omo was wearing a jersey with my name printed on it. Zara was with my car key as Tina was coordinating the servers. All of them were showing relevance at a future that doesn't belong to them. Susan was on the phone as she stepped out of the gate and the entrance was a gift. I turned back when she tapped my shoulder and with a sigh of surprise; beside her was Rolly. I wiped my hands clean on my cloths to give her a hand shake but the words that came out of Susan’s mouth was “Hunter this is my gift to you on your birthday….. Take good care of her”. Sheepishly like a sheep led to the slaughter she came close to me and publicly for the first time in my life I gave a kiss openly.

The so called birthday gift was the beginning of what happened to me and I call this story the hunter’s trail. My name is Emeka Hunter and ………………………………………

SHADOWS OF THE PAST PART 4

The next morning saw me doing a lot of work. Editing my person online and changing to become someone else all for the sake of money. I asked myself one question: why would I want to con this lady and run away with her money when I can get her pregnant and marry her and have a share of the money she has…….. Then the reply came. She’ll find out I was a lie. I can’t lie too long about this.

We were supposed to have lunch and I choose DUNES restaurant.  A place of class and luxury. I’ve been there a couple of times to show my frail participation in spending but today I was going in for an investment. I looked into my savings account and I emptied it. It wasn’t that much though; but I could boast of sixty five thousand naira. 

It was 1.45pm and I heard her call, she was leaving her hotel room with a cab. We agreed to meet there. Greg has agreed to be of help since his uncle had travelled. It means the 2014 C Class Mercedes would be available for me. We apparently got there at the same time and I dished out all the assignment in the whole world to Greg like he was really my driver. He obediently answered and drove off to be back in one hour or more. 

Entering the mall where the restaurant resides was like as hot knife penetrating butter. Everyone greeted me like they did to governors and celebrities. I walked majestically like the building was one of my father’s properties and she was surprised everyone knew my name. We got a seat near the balcony to have a sight over Maitama and when we were done ordering I knew I have just spent nine thousand. I planned it before hand because I can’t afford to empty my account and wallet the same day. 

She told me more about herself and every minute the amount I was going to steal from her increased. How and when I don’t know. I ordered for a bottle of red wine to follow suit and she was so interested. She wasn’t really used to this Bulgarian wine and the concentration caused her to be a little tipsy. I called Greg immediately to pull over which he did without hesitation and it was when we were in the car back to the hotel that I discovered it was possible to kiss and have the greatest sex of all time with her this lovely evening. All I lacked was a condom. But the lady I saw can’t have HIV

I struggled with her upstairs and when she finally got into her room she was passed out already. I pulled the gown off from her shoulder through her breast and down to her hip and slowly lower to her heels and all I saw was a lovely woman without panties on wearing a black bra. She told me to cover her and instead of using clothes I used my body to cover her. I concentrated on the breast and lips for the first twenty five minutes and when I got lower I was there for over an hour. I didn’t allow any space of rest in her as I started the peristaltic movement of my waist. The entrance was wet and that was needed. I banged like it was my last time and made sure she reached orgasm multiple times. I didn’t hesitate to do it faster anytime she requires and when we were finally done and tired…… the real work started. 

I looked at her and asked why she likes keeping money inside the safe when there are banks downstairs at the lobby. She said she doesn't keep much money in her safe any longer. Anything more than $200,000, I don’t keep in the safe. Immediately I heard this I started touching her again. She tried to oppose me but I brought out the African nature in me. It took seconds for John Thomas to respond and the response was strong and hard. I plunged into her again to consolidate before I ask for the password to the safe or better still I was going to use the phone call approach. 

This time around she held me so tightly. There was something natural about her and as we held ourselves I pulled my phone and sent a text to Greg “please call me or flash immediately”. It seems he was waiting for the text to deliver and the next thing was a call on my phone. I stood up to receive the call and as nature will have it I made it a distress and an appeal for funds. She asked what the problem was and I said it was some truck drivers from the company who had an accident and they need money tonight. She asked how much and I said like $3000. 

She gave me a pat on the back and struggled to stand up. She walked towards the safe and opened it. It wasn’t a clear sight as she counted out some notes and came towards me. She threw it on the bed and said baby that’s four thousand dollars but I’ll need the naira from you. I need to get some things and the bureau de change here isn’t favourable. I willingly gave her the remaining forty five thousand naira with me. I called Greg to drive down immediately as we kissed ourselves and I stepped out of the room. I don’t need the password to the safe again. I have the password to the safe owner. Greg was always on point and for all his effort we drove straight to zone 4 to change a little to party. I gave him $500 for his effort and planned to change $500 for myself. He was changing $200 for himself and when the guy changing the money flashed his light on it; he told us the dollars were not genuine. When he sincerely showed us real dollars I knew I’ve been duped. Stella is really a good player and it’s time for second half.

SHADOWS OF THE PAST PART 3

I was born into a family that respected me a lot. I was the only boy in the midst of five girls. Male children are the pride of an African father. My dad was a successful businessman and I was the heir to his throne but along the line something happened. When I was seventeen years old also, my dad lost his sight. It was a painful experience for everyone in the family as we can’t fathom where this attack came from. The series of events that led to him loosing his sight were pathetic incidences. He was ill for over six months with no diagnosed ailment and when he finally regained his strength; he lost his sight. From that moment onwards we became very close. I was with him all day and he told me all the stories in the world. He told me how he met my mum and wished my mum was still alive to take care of him. I missed my mum also but I never said that to anyone. 

One particular day, my elder sisters came home with a lady holding a child that looked like an albino claiming he was my father’s child. That he impregnated the women and left her when he was doing business in the east. I heard when they were planning but didn’t suspect they were up to anything. They approached my dad in his closet and told him about the woman that just came from abyss to affirm the paternity of her son. My dad denied knowing any woman by that name and that he had no affair with any woman. The struggle went on and on as my dad said he wasn’t part of the play. He sent for his lawyer and made a will. I guess he knew he was going to die. Few weeks later he died. The funeral ceremony was the talk of the town and surprisingly afterwards the whole family was gathered to hear the testament left by my father. It wasn’t much of readings as all his companies and shares were given to me. It brought a squabble in the family as my elder sisters took to the court to challenge the rationale behind a father giving his only son all his property. 

The first of my sisters who challenged that died three weeks into the case. She was just having dinner in her house as she felt choked by her food. She started coughing and as posterity would have it; she died in the hospital not too far from her house. The other sister who also challenged the fact that I was the only son of my father died in the bathroom. She slipped and her head hit the toilet seat and she died also. Eight years after, my third sister tried to raise an eyebrow; she is also paralyzed and I don’t know how these things happen. Whoever tries to ask questions about the will, always have problems coming around them. 

You can see we have almost the same issues affecting us. Left with lots but has people trespassing. I called a property firm lately to look into the properties left for me and see how we can manage it. That should be done next week. She listened attentively and I could see it in her eyes that she felt so good about my story. 

Now that both of us has created defenses about whoever comes close to our wealth; let’s see who falls first. I stood up afterwards as it was now late. I was about to leave when she offered me to sleep with her. I looked at her and told her next time I would, but as for today I had to go home. That act really buttressed my story. She felt I was the real thing and in pity I looked at her and concluded she would be the one to give me those monies herself. I would never walk to any safe; all would be demands. 

She picked her phone immediately I left the room and placed a call to Thompson. He just left now she said and I think he is nailed already. He believed all the stories I told him about myself and when he told me his story, I believed what you said. That guy has money and property. I asked him to stay for the night but he rejected for a next time though which would be tomorrow. The sincerity in his tone was pitiable and I know I would soon end him. Just give me two weeks. 

When I got home I called Norbert to buy some weed that we could smoke. While chilling at the roof top of my late father’s only uncompleted building looking at the stars as we smoke, I told him the story of this particular lady I met. She is a multi millionaire. When she told me her history; I fashioned one story for her. The same story I told that girl that came with Thompson the other day. She believed immediately and in my mind I know I would squeeze her till the last dime. Homeboy …… we are made. Just keep praying for me. 

I couldn’t sleep all night. I was figuring how to continue the life I just lied about and in the middle of the night a call came through to my phone. I looked at it and it was Stella calling. I picked it up and acted like I was fast asleep and the only question she asked me nearly put me into confusion. Sorry to wake you up dear; please what’s your first sister’s name again? I can’t remember ever telling her my sister’s name thus I ended the call like it was network. I was about to mess up. What names have I used today…. I started thinking as the call came in again. I picked and complained about network. Then told her my first sister’s name was Mrs Janet Komolafe. She said okay, it means she is not the one. Good night dear. I replied good night. Immediately I sat up and pulled my laptop close to me to edit my life on the social network. Putting it on broke my heart as it showed low battery ………. And NEPA won’t stop misbehaving.  

SHADOWS OF THE PAST PART 2

It was shortly after my seventeenth birthday that my father died. The same age my mum gave birth to me as I heard. She had died from complications of child birth thus I grew up without a mother; only her picture. All memories of her were in imaginations. Dad had died without a warning either. I wasn’t prepared for what he left with me alone. Without a brother nor a sister than the one that showed up four years later and tests showed she was lying I was all alone in this world. I left the mansion in Lagos and moved to this particular suite in Abuja. So for the past 10 years I’ve been living in this boring apartment and for days sometimes all I’ll see is this view we are seeing together on this balcony and attendants that clean up the room or serve me food and drinks. The world was becoming too boring until I met Robert. 

Robert was that elegant guy that was supposed to usher me into full teenagehood. He brought life back to me and exposed me to the realities of life. Robert was not only a liar; he was a lie. Everything he said and did wasn’t just true. I tried to believe him a couple of times but it wouldn’t just be possible. He told me all the fables in the world and kept so close to me just to know one truth which I’m about to tell you also. When my father died he left me a whole lot of money and properties. It is all being managed by a law and accounting firm. I don’t really work. They quarterly pay me the profits from the trades. I seldom bank the money. I just change it to foreign currency and keep it in the safe you see inside this room. The safe is secured by Freidan securities. Whenever I’m not in the room it releases a voltage of 1040v to its surroundings, its lock is a fourteen digit code and it has three layers of galvanized seals. When Robert knew about the money he sneaked into my room one faithful evening when I wasn’t there and tried to steal from the money. I didn’t know how it happened but he fell off this same balcony and died.  

News men were all around to report the news of the death of Robert from my room but I paid them off with a hundred million naira. I stayed off all affairs of men close to four years and then the next available friend who later became a sex partner and boyfriend came. Eric was perfect in all things. His death is still a mystery till today. Before he died he was planning to steal from me also. But I really don’t know why these men want to steal what was going to be theirs if eventually we get married. Eric was a psychologist working for a football club in England. He just came back to Nigeria to see his hailing father when we met at the airport. His athletic look and posture couldn’t allow me take my eyes away from him. His perfume was strong enough for me to notice and sincerely before we came down from that plane I gave him a first kiss. 

The first night Eric slept in my hotel room was heavenly. He came prepared with all the tools necessary. He worked me out into exhaustion that when I woke up the next morning I told him the code to the safe. He walked in and out of my life the way he wanted. He wasn’t going back to the UK again, all in the name of love. He had nothing to hide and jokingly he made feel getting married wouldn’t be a bad deal. For the first time in my life I loved someone else apart from my father. 

The relationship lasted six months and it was time for Friedan securities to change the password. They had called that they would come a later date but would just change the password from their office first which they did. That same night I had a dinner with some investors at the restaurant. I begged Eric to come with me but he declined. He stayed back in the room and it was during the meeting that I heard he fell off the balcony while trying to steal the money. This time around he had opened the first seal and the company had disconnected the voltage. Thus what happened to him ……….a mystery.

Later on I discovered he was the one who arranged the meeting with the investors. He needed them to distract me so that he can do his own damage but my father in heaven is not sleeping. 

When she was true with the stories I became perturbed. I didn’t know if she was saying the truth or she was just working on my intelligence. These stories are too smooth to be true. How come I never knew anything about her? Apart from the affluence of this particular day there was nothing else about this story to believe. I took a sip from my drink and told her there is something common about the two of us and thus my own story began…………