Wednesday, 10 September 2014

LOVE OR LUST 2





I said hello and started acting like there was network problem. I ended the call and looked outside the windows for her traces, how the hell did she know I was at Perris? I called her back as I walked into the toilet and when she picked we both complained about network. I thought you would be out drinking at that your normal joint at Perris but it seems the whole environment is calm, she said. Hope you aren’t missing me too much and I answered I wish you were here. The conversation went on for the next five minutes and the call ended with the normal I love you.

 I rushed into the room as I dived on the bed. I held Enen immediately and started kissing her. She gave the normal feminine repulsion but the powers that lie in me were greater than hers.  It was the second best kiss I ever had. I can’t remember the best anyway. The kiss led to raising the gown as I fondled the whole body within. I slowly pulled it off completely. Obvious in front of me was a wonderful woman with curves like a mermaid. My wonderful hands swiftly removed her bra and like a ripe fruit, my mouth got a hold on the nipples. It was tender and sweet, luscious and succulent, thirst quenching and juicy. Normally I spent a lot of time on breast and I don’t know why. My mouth concentrated on the nipples like it was a final exam practical as my hands were going down there. She started moaning in languages I don’t understand and I followed suit. The whole drama was about to change 


She began by holding my head and gradually started pushing the head down to the ...… I didn’t understand at first and by the time I realized what she wanted my mouth was in between her legs. I tried to stop breathing at first but with the soundtrack coming from her I continued like it was government job. I stayed at that position for over thirty minutes as she was always about to come. I swallowed all the juice coming from that location as my teeth and tongue did the wonders of that day. It was now time for the real thing. I straightened the condom in conjunction with my erection and I positioned it at an angle where the first thrust is going to hit the right point. I moved my waist backward and I stopped ………………………………… I looked at Lukman my crazy friend and asked: if this story I’m telling you was real, is it love or lust? He said this is pure lust. Hmmm okay let me stop and write about love

Thursday, 4 September 2014

LOVE AND LUST



 
 Late nights; late mornings…………. Results of good friends in bad clothing.  I’ve not yet realized I have relocated from Lagos to Enugu. The shift in place of primary assignment has been one of the greatest forms of relocation. This time around I didn’t shift; my wife did. I can’t leave my wife staying alone in a state capital where wealth and crime is extreme thus I had to move also. It was gradual as no one expects me to leave what I have been doing in the busiest city in Africa and move to a coal city of Enugu just because my wife got a job over there. The shuffles were in and out which spanned two weeks in intervals.
 The business in Lagos was getting slower, Enugu was getting livelier. I’ve been thinking of how to relocate my business from Lagos to Enugu but the resources in Enugu doesn't seem enough for my greed. The brain kept on calculating until one faithful night. I got the hit’; a new business to spring up the emotions of the Ibos in their flamboyant expectancies. I needed partners to make it a reality thus I picked up my phone around 6.30 am in the morning and placed calls to three of my friends. They were all interested thus we fixed a meeting for 11 o clock that morning. I ended the call and booked a flight immediately. I rushed to the bathroom, got dressed, packed a few things as I would still be going to my house in Lagos and set out to get a cab take me to the airport. The flight was 9.05 am and I left my house 7.20 am. This 45 minutes journey took two hours that faithful day. Thanks to some kind of rituals being orchestrated to my delay. I prayed for a delay in the flight as this meeting was so important to me but as fate would have it; I saw the take off of the plane. I rushed to the customer service desk to reschedule my flight and at that moment I noticed two of us missed our flight. 
 
Hi, hello …. You missed you flight too? I asked. Yeah she said with a tone I would never forget. So what are we going to do because I need to be in Lagos? Hmmm same with me she said and the conversation continued like that was what I came to the airport to do. We chatted for a while as we started looking for another airline that could make Lagos within our schedule of time. All were evening flights and that’s really unreasonable to both of us. At last we settled for a flight by 5pm. 

Whoever said love doesn't exist at first sight has never seen Enen. She wasn’t the most attractive lady you’ve ever seen but you can’t remember who you’ve seen that more attractive than her. A medical student in one of these private universities who grew up in the Caribbean. Her accent is a mixed concept of African and Puerto Rican. Her slight bow legs and lovely hips correspond at an angle just too perfect for any young or old man. In all sincerity Enen was perfectly built.  I discovered one thing about beauty that spans make up; it produces brains also. Almost all the beautiful girls I’ve seen have a good sense of reasoning also. I don’t mean girls like Aisha and Funke………… those one misplaced their brains.
 Enen was a 300 level medical student and for me she knew everything about medicine. We talked like we were old friends and it was 3 pm announcement that made us know we were hungry. We walked to the restaurant within the airport to get the normal jollof rice and chicken and gladly I paid. All I was doing was to build a lasting friendship with a lady I just met. We spent some time eating like we were being watched. Every part of me was cautious and she was also impeccable.  The food wasn’t particularly good since she didn’t complain, who am I to do so?

As we walked back to the waiting lounge an announcement came up again and this time it was the good bad news. “There has been another delay on beta flight no 2D77E from Enugu to Lagos. Passengers should please bear this in mind”
There was shouting at the waiting lounge and I looked at everyone in surprise like if only they knew I’ve been here since 9 am they would shut up. Some walked to the flight attendants to ask questions and the only response Enen could give me was to rest on my shoulder. At this point I wished the flight would never happen again. I held her close to me and the softness of her body was sweet. I looked at her and said: don’t you think we should just get a place to stay her in Enugu and tomorrow morning we’ll make sure we get to the airport on time? And she said we’ll get a place to stay in Lagos. 

Immediately I started searching for the best and affordable hotel in Ikeja. Thoughts roam my mind and I felt I shouldn’t be too impressive else she might see me as being false. I held on to three hotels in my mind and I confirmed my FCMB atm was with me. It was supposed to be family savings account but at this time I was ready to add her to the family.
The plane landed and I got a cab. Perris hotel Opebi, and the guy said 4000 naira. I slowly opened the door for her as we walked into room 112. Spacious and exotic. She fell on the bed in all tiredness and the short gown she wore this faithful day rose a little for me to see her panties. It was at this point that my wife called me. I looked at the phone in disbelief and as I picked she asked……………….. What are you doing at Perris?

Friday, 8 August 2014

JUST THINKING






It is no longer story that the way of life in Africa is about to change for a while or maybe forever.  The handshakes and the hugs are to be replaced with intentions rather than reality. If this was in the olden days, the chief priest would have been summoned and demands would have been made on him on how it all started and which gods is angry that has befallen us with this gruesome ailment.  This whole episode can’t be undergone now based on civilization and the fact that the wickedness that has befallen us comes out from the wickedness of men is what this is all about. 

A brother once posted on facebook (Sheik ÐëXxÿ Alãðésuru): It’s from playing cards that I learnt the heart of men is wicked.... Everything was going on smoothly until I announced 'last card' & next thing I heard was 'pick 3' up to 5times. For those that understand you’ll see the wickedness. 

Another friend of mine said it was his mathematics teacher that showed him what wickedness was in high places:

With these examples you’ll be amazed men could be this wicked; but the conspiracy wickedness we’re looking at is the Ebola wickedness. 

Ebola: a virus named after a river in West Africa. The river originated a virus that has started killing Africans is a fuss we need to stop. From the origination to the spread and the imminent discovery of the control measure in America after two of their doctors contacted it shows wickedness in high places. 
 ORIGIN
Either in the rivers of Congo or the expensive laboratories in the west; Ebola was created. It found itself in the veins and fluids of the apes and fruit bats. These animals without knowledge of how wicked the hearts of men were, hosted the virus that till today. A little know if it was manmade or otherwise.
 SPREAD
With the advent of this deadly virus in the 1970s little was known after a while. All that contacted the virus died and the news of Ebola went into extinction. Suddenly there was a rise in the name Ebola again in the voices of the medical personnel. The spread was building and the areas that had the infection were cordoned but along the line there was a spread.
PATRICK SAWYER
These revelations calls for attention on how the spread of Ebola really relates with the epidemic West Africa is experiencing at the moment. Nigeria suffered its first known patient in the name of sawyer Patrick 

Read excerpts of the Front Page Africa report after the jump
Barely 24 hours before his death, Patrick Sawyer had a rather strange – and in the words of medical and diplomatic sources here, “Indiscipline” encounter with nurses and health workers at First Consultants Hospital in Obalende, Ikoyi.

Looking to get to the bottom of Sawyer’s strange ailment hospital officials say, he was tested for both malaria and HIV AIDS. However, when both tests came back negative, he was then asked whether he had made contact with any person with the Ebola Virus, to which Sawyer denied. Sawyer’s sister, Princess had died of the deadly virus on Monday, July 7, 2014 at the Catholic Hospital in Monrovia. On Friday, July 25, 2014, 18 days later, Sawyer died in Lagos.

Authorities at the First Consultants Hospital in Obalende decided that despite Sawyer’s denial, they would test him for Ebola, due to the fact that he had just arrived from Liberia, where there has been an outbreak of the disease with more than 100 deaths.

Upon being told he had Ebola, Mr. Sawyer went into a rage, denying and objecting to the opinion of the medical experts. “He was so adamant and difficult that he took the tubes from his body and took off his pants and urinated on the health workers, forcing them to flee.”

Sawyer exhibited similar indiscipline behavior during his sister’s stay at the Catholic Hospital in Monrovia where she was taken because he noticed she was bleeding profusely and was later found to be a victim of Ebola. Sawyer was seen with blood on his clothing after his sister’s death and had earlier demanded that he be placed in a private room. President Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf cited indiscipline and disrespect as a key reason why Sawyer contracted the Ebola virus. She said his failure to heed medical advice put the lives of other residents across the nation’s border at risk.

First Consultants would later report that it resisted immense pressure to let out Sawyer from its hospital against the insistence from some higher-ups and conference organizers that he had a key role to play at the ECOWAS convention in Calabar, the Cross River State capital.

The First Consultants statement noted that it was able to obtain confirmation of Ebola virus disease, (Zaire strain) after working with the state, federal and international agencies. Sawyer was pronounced dead at 6:50 AM Nigeria time, on July 25 and all agencies were properly notified.

Once the case was officially confirmed, the hospital was temporarily shut down and in-house patients immediately evacuated. Sawyer’s body was subsequently cremated under W.H.O guidelines and witnessed by all appropriate agencies, according to the hospital statement. “In keeping with W.H.O guidelines, the hospital is shut down briefly as full decontamination exercise is currently in progress. The re-opening of the hospital will also be in accordance with its guidelines”, the hospital said.

In total, Sawyer reportedly came in direct contact with 59 persons, 44 of whom were at the hospital he was taken to when he fell ill, according to the Lagos State government.
His ashes have been returned to Liberia.
Lots of questions come to my mind as you are also thinking right now…..
 TREATMENT
The deadliest and most pronounced virus trending in the world at the moment is the Ebola virus. It got so popular that the price of bitter kola went up in Nigeria when we heard that bitter kola helps build immunity against it. A proposition that came from a renowned pharmacologist; but how true that is, only science can tell. 

Over a hundred deaths have been recorded in Liberia and Congo has a little more than that. Guinea wasn’t left out of this plague that has become of West Africa and it’s amazing that suppression only came when two Americans were infected. I remember the words of George Orwell in animal farm… “All animals are equal but some are more equal than others”. Maybe they were. ZMAPP a new means of “guaranteed life” now hangs in the hands of the Americans and in other words it means the survival of West Africa hangs in the hands of America. 

A popular saying in Nigeria: the white man that made pencil also made eraser…… just thinking.




Wednesday, 23 July 2014

DECISIONS 4



With all these revelations there is nothing else to discuss. The issues between us are over. There is no apology that can turn back the hands of time. Even my parent won’t want their child to get married to a man who has six kids or more outside and his major objective of living is sleeping around all sorts of ladies including maids. I cried as we were going back home. I was tired and frustrated. My lines were ringing; friends were calling and stupidly on everyone’s DP my picture with his is always there with PM reading 4days to go. I really need four days to get out of this town. 

I told Ngozi to start arranging a runaway plan for me. I can’t stand explaining this to anyone. My parent would do that. I won’t even tell them where I am going to. I would just call them up and let them know I’m good. All these were my plans. 

Immediately we got home I walked straight into my room. I needed to be alone to remain sane. A little bit of tears in everybody’s eyes and I knew I was really the cause of these pains my family is going through. If I didn’t bring the useless Desmond to them I wouldn’t have to go through all these insults. I thought I needed to apologize to them. I pulled together all the courage I had and opened the door from my room through the passage to the sitting room. I pulled the curtains aside and saw Desmond in front of me.

He knelt down and said: Sheila; I have wronged you, not just you and your family but everyone. All these you know about me today are true but in all sincerity that isn’t me. I have never loved before I met you and the reality of all is that you are the only one my heart is tuned to. Probably if I had told you all these before this day we wouldn’t have gotten to this level but baby believe me I’m a changed person and together we could build a world of our own. The decisions for our future lies in your yes or no. it’s four days to our consolidation in front of the whole world but at this time I’m at your mercy my love. 

He stood up slowly and I saw the sincerity in his eyes. I held him tightly and at that moment I knew I can never let Desmond go. I gave him a long kiss in front of everyone and after a while I told him “Desmond it’s over”. 

Now I’m out of the house, and its four days to my wedding. I have to decide either to go on with the wedding with the knowledge of all those children or call it off with an abortion.   

What do you advice?  Please I need your comments………

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