Sunday, 23 October 2016
Saturday, 22 October 2016
Aunt Scholastica postponed her trip to Lagos to the next day because she was hell-bent on seeing Madu’s paternal uncle who had ripped him off all his father had left for him. Thankfully, as soon as she hung up the phone, Julius arrived with an apologetic look on his face, he had been held on the way because a trailer had fallen on the road. Scholastica asked him to take her to the next village to her late sister’s husband’s place and he obliged. When she got there, she stared once again at the mansion that Madu’s father had erected. She sighed and shaking her head, she walked over to the second house belonging to Ironsi and knocked. Julius promised to wait for her and he parked his motor bike by the side of the gate. The gate was opened for her and she walked into the house with a firm determination on her face. A young man answered the door.
“Good afternoon ma.” He greeted.
Friday, 21 October 2016
Thank you so much for your prayers and words of encouragement, your good wishes inspired me to write this post even though my eyes haven’t cleared properly. God bless you all so much. Thank you again.
“What?” Cherry’s mother gasped at Sean’s family members. ‘That’s not going to happen.”
“She’s our wife now and we’re the ones to decide what’s going to happen to or not.” Sean’s uncle said angrily.
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Mabel ran as though her life depended on it. She didn’t even bother turning back to see if her pursuer was running after her; all she knew was she had to get away as quickly as possible if she wanted to live. Her foot splashed a dirty shallow pond but she didn’t mind, she could feel the pressure of the race on her A-line skirt as it was threatening to rip but she didn’t stop.
“God please...” She begged. “If only I can get a taxi.”
It was a little after twelve midnight and there were so signs of cabs around, the only vehicles that moved about were private cars and they didn’t slow down at this time of the night as they too were racing to their destinations.
‘I should have listened to my roomie...I should never have gone out at this time.’ She said inwardly as she ran.
Soon, she stood before a canal, a very dirty one and she contemplated on the best route to take. She could either continue running down the uneven roadside or make her way through the narrow side pavement of the canal.
Was this her best option? She thought as she finally made up her mind and made her way through the side pavement of the canal. She was in a hurry as she didn’t slow her pace. There was no way her pursuer would know she took this route, she thought. Her pursuer would think that she had run along the express road. Should she stop? She wondered or should she continue running. Her heart beat so fast, she wasn’t only in danger of being caught by her pursuer but being mugged by hoodlums or raped. She said a prayer she’d learnt at primary school over and over again.
‘Angel of God...my guardian dear,
To whom God’s love, commits me here,
Ever this day be at my side, to light and guard,
To rule and guide me. Amen.’
She hoped her guardian angel was listening and she was almost certain that her guardian angel, be it male or female was somewhere around her. She was almost nearing the end of the canal when she lost her footing and fell, right into the canal. She was quick, she groped for the top of the pavement stone and struggled to get out. She’d watched this in movies, countless times, she thought. She had just even finished the Lion King movie and she’d seen the way Mufasa had held on to the rocks trying to climb onto safety. However, it wasn’t as easy as it was portrayed in movies; she found it difficult, lifting herself up with her hands and climbing on to the pavement. After minutes of trial, she finally made it only to hear the sneering laughter snake its way to her ears.
“Running somewhere?” The voice taunted.
“Please...I beg of you...don’t do anything you’d regret.” She said in panic turning to face her pursuer but still crouching on the ground.
“Isn’t that a little too late? You are running from me which means I’m dangerous.”
“Please...I beg of you...I have an aged mother, she thinks of me all the time and she won’t want to see me harmed.” She begged.
“Who has said anything about harming you? You’re nothing but a little fly.” Her pursuer sneered.
She quickly jumped to her feet and made to run but her pursuer was quicker, she felt the pressure of her pursuer’s palms on her neck.
“Say your last prayers my love...”
“No...please...no...please...” She cried.
Her pursuer held on to her neck tightly and squeezed, cutting off all air supply. In the dark, she groped, looking for air, searching for something to save herself but all she felt was emptiness as her hands soon fell at her sides and she was shoved into the canal.
“Good night Mabel.”
Christian was lying carelessly on his bed; one leg was thrown over his girlfriend while the other leg was hanging off the bed. There was a loud ring and he rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened them.
“What time is it? Is this alarm clock stupid or what?” He grumbled as he yawned loudly and turned to look at his alarm clock.
His alarm clock stood still on his side table and he rubbed his eyes again. The loud ring came again, this time waking him up properly. It was his phone.
“It’s five am in the morning for pete’s sake.” He hissed as he picked his call. “Hello...”
“You sound grumpy.” His partner said to him.
“What do you want Titi? It’s five am.” He said.
“You are a police detective and you were taught during training that there’s nothing like dawn, evening or night. Every minute of the day is daylight.” She reminded.
“Why are you calling me? Do you have a crush on me?” He asked sourly.
His last question seemed to have roused his girlfriend, Desta, who suddenly sat up and turned to stare at him with hazy eyes.
“You see? You’ve woken up Desta.” He said sourly.
Desta looked at him curiously and when she figured she knew who was calling, she turned her back to him and continued her sleep.
“We have a big case here.” Titi said.
“What are you talking about?” Christian asked.
“Someone was killed, a lady, mid to late twenties... her body was dumped in a canal.”
Christian stood up from the bed, such cases set his detective instincts on fire. He wasn’t one to enjoy seeing dead bodies but cases such as these made his job more worthwhile.
“Killed? A woman? Where?”
“Just off the south of the city, she was found in the canal along the expressway...and judging from the shocked look in her eyes, she must have known her assailer or better yet, she was caught unawares. It’s obvious she’s been dead for hours, maybe since midnight.”
“I am coming right now.” He said and hung up.
Desta turned to look at him as he hurried to his wardrobe to pick up his shirt and trouser.
“Aren’t you going to at least have a bath?” She said.
“I have to get there quickly before Augustine and his gang arrives...” He said quickly, speaking of his rival detective and his young crew.
“Hope you’ll be back before I go to work.” She said.
Desta was his live in girlfriend, she was East African and her body set him on fire. She had the nicest body he’d ever seen on a woman and he loved her for it.
“I don’t know but I’ll call you if anything comes up.” He said quickly wearing his clothes and hurrying out of the room.
Forty minutes later, he alighted from his modest vehicle and walked up to the scene. As usual, the pedestrians were there first, trying to catch a glimpse of the victim. He breathed a sigh of relief to see that Augustine and his gang of detectives weren’t there yet. ‘Sleeping maybe...’ he laughed inwardly as he created a mental picture of Augustine snoring loudly on his bed. He made his way to the place where Titi stood with some other policemen.
“Hey...” She greeted when she saw him. “I hope you at least brushed your teeth before leaving the house.”
“Where is the body?” He asked quickly, throwing a mint gum into his mouth.
She inched her head towards the body bag at the corner and he walked up to it.
“We’re here first so we’re the detectives on this case.” Titi said to him. She sounded quite possessive of the case.
He nodded and walked up to the bag with the body on the ground. Crouching low, he unzipped the bag, the zip was quite old as it proved quite difficult to unzip. He finally found his way around the zip and dragged it down. The face of the victim hit him squarely in the face, nothing prepared him for it as he closed his eyes and opened them. He couldn’t believe it.
She was his ex-girlfriend, Mabel.
To be continued....
Due to my busy schedule, the Smoke Screen Series won’t be a daily series. It’ll come up twice of thrice a week or as my schedule permits.
Thank you for understanding.
Everyone in my area had heard about what I had done and I locked myself in my room for the remaining of the day. Early the next day, Jimoh went off to school, he didn’t even ask me why I wasn’t going to work and I guessed he knew. I was still lying on the bed when I heard a knock at the door, thinking that it was my father, I said aloud.
Tuesday, 18 October 2016
Winnie sat cross-legged, she was having a girl-talk with her sister and she trusted her judgements alot.
“My dad called and it’s hard for me to lie to him that you’re not here. They are worried about you Winnie.” Theodora said.
“I am sorry that I’m putting you through this sis, but I really don’t want to go back home...at least not yet.”
Her sister nodded in understanding.
“Your mother can be overbearing...right?” Theodora asked with a smile.
The majority of people dream of their own places, their own territory to feel comfortable, to build a house or grow a garden. This is not complicated to organise in present days. You just need to find a land plot in some picturesque place. However, a lot of people get lost after they become lucky owners of a newly gained property.
Monday, 17 October 2016
Winnie, Mira and Rachel alighted from the school bus chatting amongst themselves but Rachel was unusually silent.
“Are you okay?” Mira asked her.
Rachel didn’t speak she was walking towards their class in silence.
“Rachel!” Winnie called out.
Rachel still didn’t respond so Mira tapped her on her shoulder.
“Hey!” Rachel half-screamed and turned to regard her friends.
“Where is your mind?” Mira asked.
“What do you mean by that?” Rachel asked.
Sunday, 16 October 2016
The first season of Black Mail profiled the lives of Nosa, Amaka, Soluzo and Odili. It shows how God's power triumphs over everything and how He steps in when we least expect it.
Here's a recap of Season One:
Here's a recap of Season One:
Saturday, 15 October 2016
Diamond was wide awake and for some reason, she’d not been able to sleep since four am so she was reading the novel, ‘Things Fall Apart’ again. She was quite immersed in her book when she heard her phone ring. It was Mitch, she answered.
“Good morning Mitch...” She greeted cheerfully.
“Good morning, how did you sleep?” He asked.
“I woke up as early as four am and it’s not even a work day.” She smiled.
“Really? Why?” He asked.
“I dunno...I guess I just couldn’t continue sleeping.” She said.
“Would you like us to hang out today? I’ve stopped relying on my crutches a bit and I’m on a knee brace...so errm...” He started as though he didn’t know what to say.
“Are you serious? Ofcourse I’d love to hang out with you today.” She said.
“I was thinking that we should do a picnic at the beach.” He said.
“Does noon sound fine?”
“Sure...I look forward to it.” She said.
She ended the call and smiled, she was happy that Mitch was starting to like her and that he was also a lot more cheerful now than he’d been at the beginning, when he’d just had the accident. She stood up from her bed and was about to go to her wardrobe when her door burst open.
Friday, 14 October 2016
Madu’s heart beat like the hooves of a horse as he sat behind the wheels of the large truck filled with plastics and waited for the operation to begin. Sean and the rest of the men had gone ahead of him and were already at their designated positions. Madu was torn, he wanted to turn and run but he couldn’t. How else could he explain to Anita how he’d found his way out of Aba to Lagos and without Sean too?He looked around frantically, he had done a lot of things in his life but robbery wasn’t part of it. The truck was well hidden and seemed broken down to innocent passersby, he sat inside like the tired driver as his heart pounded. He was still staring at the steering wheel when his phone rang. He startled and jumped like a cat. He didn’t know the number that was calling but he answered.
“Madu...it’s aunt Scholastica.” His aunt said.
“What is wrong? You don’t sound too well...are you okay?”
“Yes ma...I’m fine...” He said.
Suddenly there was commotion all round as people started running from different sides of the road shouting.
“Thief! Robbers! Thieves!!”
Thursday, 13 October 2016
Wednesday, 12 October 2016
Mama Nkechi walked towards her stand with a smile on her face, Patience was speaking to her and she'd handed the nylon of food to her. My heart stopped and I wanted to scream in frustration.
“Oya...nor vex....bring your plate make I sell food give you.” Mama Nkechi said to Patience as though she’d not just reported me to her.
I looked up to the heavens and wondered which of my ancestors was responsible for this. I watched as Mama Nkechi opened the cooler of food and put a generous amount of food in the girl’s plate and she scampered off. I was expecting to be bashed but Mama Nkechi did nothing of the sort, instead, she kept the nylon bag of food by the side of the cooler and spoke to me in her calmest tone.
Tuesday, 11 October 2016
Winnie walked up to Rachel while Mira trudged behind her reluctantly. They had gotten to the picnic venue and students were perching at cool spots. Rachel was seated on a swing and rocking herself back and forth.
“Hey Rachel...” Winnie greeted.
Rachel looked up at Winnie and Mira.
“There’s no use pretending...you guys really don’t want to talk to me.” Rachel said.
“That’s not true...” Winnie reassured.
“I don’t belong to the same social class as you guys so, I don’t know what you guys want from me. I can’t offer you anything.”
“Hey...there’s nothing like social class in friendship. We’re all friends and we want it to remain that way.” Winnie said.
Monday, 10 October 2016
Rachel rushed into the bathroom and burst into tears. She felt so alone in the world and it seemed as though she was abandoned. She’d spent most of her life being who she wasn’t and trying to live life the way she thought she'd be accepted but everything was hitting her squarely in the face. She’d left her secondary school lesson to attend that of the most prestigious schools around because she’d imagined that they lived the life she mostly saw in foreign teenage movies and wanted so bad to be a part of it.
Now, she was in a deep dilemma as she’d signed herself into something she didn’t understand with Black and he’d told her that it was only an outrageous sum of money that could set her free from him.
She turned on the tap and took some water in her hand and washed her face with it, sobbing her heart out.
Sunday, 9 October 2016
Saturday, 8 October 2016
Madu didn’t sleep a wink on his drive to Aba and once he got there with Sean, it was about six am the next morning. Surprisingly, there were hardly any police check points on the way as the ones that were existent ignored them completely. Sean killed the engine of the truck at the outskirts of Aba and alighted from the truck. Madu looked out the window and saw him make a call through the side mirror. Sean was speaking rapidly to someone and he looked very impatient. ‘Weren’t they supposed to go to the clients company to deliver the plastics?’ Madu thought. Sean ended the call and walked up to the truck, he got in.
“We’re going to wait for the team.”
“What team?” Madu asked.
“The team of our workers...” Sean said.
“Who are they?”
“You ask too many questions. If Anita didn’t brief you about anything, then there’s no need to tell you.” He said bringing out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. “Do you want a smoke?”
Friday, 7 October 2016
Stella didn’t know why she felt so depressed, she had everything she wanted and Duncan had stopped his beatings since she’d began respecting him more and following his rules.
She stood up from the sofa and walked over to turn off the television, she suddenly missed her daughter so much and a part of her wanted to talk to Madu, just to know how they were doing. She picked up her phone and tried remembering Madu’s phone number. It took her quite a while to remember his digits, however, she got the first ten digits but didn't know if it ended with three or five. She tried with three and it was a wrong number, so she tried with five and it rang for a while before she heard a gruff voice which made her heart skip a beat.
Thursday, 6 October 2016
I am so sorry for the delay in the publishing of the eBook that I promised on my blogversary. However, I'm pleased to inform you that the first eBook is up and it's my first ever season for www.adaezewrites.com
The first story series on the blog is the Teenage Series, which I did for about three seasons before I added Senorita the Lagos Chick.
Wednesday, 5 October 2016
I saw Patience strut up to the small kiosk and as soon as she got to me she handed over her crumpled fifty naira note to me.
“I want rice and beans.” She said in a very commanding tone for a little girl.
“Shebi you nor see oda people for queue? You go wait ya turn.” I said in a very annoyed tone.
“I will go to another stall ooo...” She warned.
“Go na...I dey beg you?” I said to her.
“I will not go anywhere, I want to buy rice and beans.”
Tuesday, 4 October 2016
“What are you doing in my room? I locked the door, how did you get in?” Mira asked in a quaking voice.
“I want to be sure of what I heard you say this evening in the sitting room.” Monica said.
“Go away from my room.” Mira said.
“Not until you tell me who you’ve been speaking with and what they’ve been telling you.”
“What are you talking about? A clear conscience fears no accusations. I can’t remember what I said to you.” Mira said.
“Listen to me and listen good Mira, I have tolerated you in this house and I have borne your insults but if you dare touch the tiger’s tail, you’ll be bitten hard!”
Monday, 3 October 2016
Mira was suddenly afraid, all the courage she'd possessed some minutes ago flew off the roof. She should have been more careful, she told herself, she should have curbed her tongue.
“I didn’t...say...anything. He insulted me first.” Mira said in a shaky voice.
“I heard you correctly Mira...” Monica said staring at her.
Sunday, 2 October 2016
Saturday, 1 October 2016
Happy Independence day Nigeria!
Let's continue to pray for a greater nation
and that the labours of our heroes past shall never ever be in vain.
I wish us all a happy celebration and a beautiful long weekend ahead.
Stella opened her eyes and felt it force itself shut. Duncan had beaten her yesterday till she’d passed out. She had skipped lunch and dinner and just as she had taken a step towards the mirror to look at herself, she’d cringed in shock. She sat up on the bed and looked at the empty space beside her and sighed, if Duncan kept up with his beatings, she’ll be dead before the end of year. She groped about for her new phone, the one Duncan had given her and finally found it. It was her dream phone, something she’d always wanted back then but now, she couldn’t feel the thrill anymore. She opened the phone and stared at the contact list, all she saw was Duncan’s phone number and nothing else. She didn’t have the phone numbers of her friends and family memorized except her mom’s so she punched in the numbers and made a call. Her mother instantly answered.
“Mummy, it’s me Stella.”
“Stella...are you alright?” Her mother asked worriedly. “I’ve been calling your number for days now and it’s been switched off.”