Naughty He-Goat

NAUGHTY HE-GOAT

      “Hi sweet Sis!” Emeka exclaimed as he walks into Nkem’s bed room.

      “Hello big bros!” She cheerfully responded.

      “I never knew you have a very pretty looking girl friend.” He said, still standing.

      “How do you mean?” She asked while lying in her bed.

      “I’m referring to Ada, of course.”

      “Oh,” Nkem exclaimed. “That’s my darling friend!”

      “Interesting.” Emeka added, nodding his head.

       Ada had been Nkem’s best friend right from their childhood. They both graduated from same Secondary School some months back, and just sat for JAMB examination few days ago. That very day, Wednesday 17th of April 2013 to be precise, Ada visited Nkem at her home as usual; but that was the first day Emeka set his eyes on her.  

       Emeka, a twenty-one year old chap whom was a 200 Level student of Civil Engineering in University of Ibadan on his First Semester holiday break, was Nkem’s immediate elder brother; he was about three years older than her.

       “I like her.” He continued.

       “Hmm.” Nkem murmured.

       “I think she’s my dream girl.”

       “Dream girl?” She surprisingly asked. “But you hardly know her?”

       “That’s not an excuse, my dearest sister.” He quickly chipped in.

       “Besides, I don’t think my friend would like a rascal like you.” She teased him.

        “Don’t bother about that,” He said. “Let that be my worry.”

         “I’m exhausted.” Nkem said. “I want to go to bed.” She requested, frowning.

         “Ok, suit yourself.” The lover boy replied. Walked to the door and stepped out.

         “This boy must be crazy,” Nkem soliloquized in her bed. “I pray he wouldn’t do anything silly towards my friend.”

      * * * * *

         

       “Nkem!” Her mum who was seated at the sitting room, called as soon as the door bell rang.

       “Yes mum!” She answered in a high tone from her bed room.

       “Please, come and check who’s at the door.”

       Nkem hurriedly stepped out of her room, walked to the entrance to the sitting room and quickly let the door open.

       She needed not to ask who was at the door before she could let it open since the guest must had passed through a scrutiny at the gate.

       It was Ada, her best friend. She stepped into the parlour the moment the door was let open. The slim and dark looking girl who was average in height, was clad in a pair of black trousers, white round-neck polo and a pair of brown sandals. That was exactly six days after her last visit.

       “Oh, is you!” Nkem excitedly exclaimed, and close the door.

        There was no notice about her coming. She intended to take Nkem unawares.

        They hugged each other affectionately.

         On her part: her mum who was still seated on one of the upholstery chairs, looked at them and shook her head in excitement.

         Taking a close study at the teens as they hug themselves, it’s only a man suffering from acute glaucoma that wouldn’t observe that they were really best of friends.

         “Good afternoon, Mum!” Ada greeted while stylishly bowing her head as a mark of respect as soon as she walked closer to Nkem’s mum.

         “Good afternoon, my dear.” She responded, smiling. “You’re welcome.”

         “Thank you Ma!” Ada appreciated.

          “How are your parents?”

          “They are fine Ma.”

          “And your siblings?”

          “They are all doing great, Ma.”

          “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She urged both of them. Stood up and walked straight to her matrimonial room with a Magazine in her right hand. 

      “Thank you Mum.” Nkem happily dished out as her mum walks out of the parlour.

        Immediately, they sat very close to each other on one of the two-in-one upholstery seats in the sitting room.

        “I learnt our JAMB results are out?”Nkem anxiously enquired.

        “Yes, you’re right,” Ada replied. “I read it on Facebook yesterday.”

        “Interesting.” Nkem complimented. “Just barely few days ago we sat for the exam.”

         “JAMB is really improving.” Ada added.

          “So,” Nkem said. “When will you check yours?”

          “I don’t know yet.” Ada responded. “I’m scared.”

          “Me too.”

          “Maybe we should go together.” Ada suggested.

          “I think you’re right.” Nkem concurred. “Let’s go tomorrow then?”

          “Ok, no problem.” Ada consented. Paused for a while. “What of your big bros?” She asked, referring to Emeka.

          Emeka was Nkem’s only brother, and the first child of their parents. They were only three in number including one other girl, Ndidi who was still in Secondary School, Class four precisely.

         “Oh, that one?” Nkem said. “He went to see one of his childhood friends in the neighbourhood.”

         “Okay.” Ada chipped in, nodding her head.

         “I think he would soon be back.” Nkem concluded.

         “That your brother is lively and accommodating.” 

         “Wow!” Nkem exclaimed in a low tone. “All these for him?”

         “Yes, he is.” Ada reiterated. “The little time I had with him the last time I was here, is enough evidence to prove that.”

         “Hmmm.” Nkem murmured. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for my brother?” She teased, smiling stylishly.

         Ada smiled. “Not what you think.”

         Ada was opportune to have a good and lengthen chat with Emeka during her previous visit, and that was the first encounter she had had with him.

        After few minutes, at about seventeen minutes past four in afternoon (4:17 pm), Emeka walked into the sitting room clad in a pair of black baggy-jeans trousers, red and green shirt, a pair of black canvas coupled with a red face cap.

        “I told you he would soon be back.” Nkem said.

        “Oh, Pretty!” Emeka exclaimed from afar having sighted Ada. “You are here?” He said. Gladly walked closer to them, still standing.

        “Yes,” Ada replied. “I’ve spent over thirty minutes here.”

         “Are you serious?” Emeka amazingly exclaimed. Sat adjacent to them.

         “And, as a matter of fact,” Nkem interrupted. “We were just discussing you before you arrived.”

         “And what were you guys saying about me?” He curiously enquired.

         “That you’re a naughty boy.” Nkem teased him. Laughed.

          Ada smiled. Tapped Nkem on her left lap.

          “Is that true?” He asked Ada.

          “It’s a lie.” Ada cleared the air. “Don’t mind her.”

          “Nkem, so you haven’t offered her anything?” Emeka reminded after a bit silence. Frowned.

         “Oh, I almost forgot.” Nkem said. “I’m so sorry dear.” She told Ada. Stood up immediately.

         “No qualms.” Ada said, smiling. “Apology accepted!”

         Nkem quickly walked away to gather some drinks for herself and her friend.

        That was a great and golden opportunity for Emeka to accomplish his proposed mission.

         “Baby, you’re indeed a very beautiful girl.” Emeka complimented Ada the moment his kid sister walked out.

         “Really?” Ada exclaimed. Amazed.

          It seemed Ada had already developed a soft spot for him. Apparently, the compliment was highly welcomed by her.

         “Of course, you are.” He reiterated. “Honestly since the last time we met, my thoughts have been occupied with you.”

         “Oh my God!” She voiced out. “Are you serious?”

        The last question was like a challenge to Emeka. He stood up and quietly relocated to Ada’s seat, exactly where Nkem was seated.

         This time, his face was deeply focused on hers. “Baby, honestly I’m in love with you.” He said.

         Ada was deeply moved by the statement, which she had never received before in her whole life. Abruptly, she was completely enslaved by lust. She was speechless and vulnerable. Her emotions couldn’t withstand Emeka’s deceptive countenance; her innermost body was filled with tremendous sensation. No doubt, her poor self was in a romantic mood. 

         On his part: he told himself that he had gotten a prey for the day. He felt like he was already on her.

        A naughty he goat indeed!

         Emeka who appeared drunk, hurriedly took her right hand and held it firmly. “If you give me the chance, I’ll prove to you how much I love you.” He said.

         She remained speechless and loosed; she was like a dummy displayed in a showcase in a certain supermarket.

         Immediately, he shifted closer to her, calmly held her head with his two hands and began to kiss her repeatedly. The moment he removed her stainless white top as the silly journey progresses, Nkem walked in with a tray on her hands containing bottles of drinks and some glasses.

        “What!” She exclaimed on top of her voice on sighting the ugly and disgusting drama.

        The tray fell on the tiled floor and its contents thoroughly got broke.     

        On their part: Emeka and Ada who abruptly got back to their senses, felt like the world had come to an end. Their legs remained gripped on the floor. Ada particularly, couldn’t withstand the unimaginable shame.    

        Their mother, who ran to the sitting room to verify the essence of the alarm, got fainted on sighting the scene which was not unconnected to Sodom and Gomorrah.

FRED DOC NWAOZOR

Executive Director, Centre for Counselling, Research

& Career Development - Owerri

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Bridal Deceit

BRIDAL DECEIT

         Mr Chike Okafor was still waiting patiently for Adanma’s arrival right in his humble abode. Only the blind would be yet to observe that the poor man was almost losing his patience.

       “Where on earth would this woman be?” He thought aloud. Deeply concerned over her welfare. “I pray nothing bad had happened to her.” He added, still looking pale on one of the upholstery chairs in his sitting room.

       Chike’s lost of patience, which was accompanied by series of soliloquies, came in subsequence to several aborted efforts he had made to reach the awaited lady on phone.

        Adanma was Mr Okafor’s fiancée, and their church wedding ceremony was meant to take place in two weeks time. 

        Chike came across Adanma in Calabar, Cross River State barely four months back; they were both residents of the City (Calabar). And luckily for them, they hail from neighbouring states in Igboland, Enugu and Anambra respectively.

        Their relationship commenced jokily during one fateful weekend, Saturday 24^th of August 2013 precisely, when Chike drove to one of the hottest joints in the City to have some drinks.

        Having parked his Red Toyota Camry Car at the designated spot, the moment he walked into the bar, he abruptly sighted one fair and plump pretty damsel clad in a blue mini-skirt, pink top and a pair of pink sandals who was seated alone at one of the corners in the area. She was already sipping from a bottle of Smirnoff which was accompanied with a plate of pepper soup.

         Amazingly, within a twinkle of an eye, she saw a slim and chocolate looking young man of an average height who appeared to be in his late thirties standing right before her. He was putting on a pair of three-quarter jeans, green T-shirt and a pair of leather slippers, coupled with a multiple-coloured face cap.

        “Hi!” He exclaimed cheerfully.

        “Hello!” The lady whom seemed to be in her early thirties quickly responded.

       “I’m Chike,” He said. “Chike Okafor.” He added, still standing.

       “Ok, Adanma.” She said placing her left palm on her chest.

       “Are you waiting for someone?”

       “Not at all”

       “Can I join you?” Chike requested.

       “Suit yourself.” She replied in a very friendly manner.

        Chike joyfully sat on the white plastic seat positioned directly opposite her. “You are really beautiful; I must confess.” He quickly dished out.

      “Thanks” Adanma gladly appreciated.

        Chike didn’t hesitate to order for his own drink, bottle of Star to be precise, coupled with a plate of pepper soup to balance the equation.

        The conversation lasted for over one hour after exchange of several pleasantries including phone numbers and what have you. After all said and done, Chike gladly dropped her at her place of residence at about quarter to seven in the evening (6:45pm).

        Exactly two months after their meeting, they got engaged. On the third month, Chike joyfully took his kinsmen to Anambra State to pay her dowry, unknowingly to the Enugu born man that he was gradually preparing his grave yard.

        According to Chike’s faith alongside that of his family, he was not meant to live with her after observing the traditional marriage rite until he had successfully taken her to the altar.

        That very fateful day, which marked exactly two weeks to their wedding, Chike was anxiously waiting for Adanma’s arrival because she was already two hours behind schedule. Both of them had earlier agreed to meet on that day at Chike’s place by four O’clock in the afternoon (4pm) in regard to the proceedings of their forthcoming wedding ceremony. But as at ten minutes past six in the evening (6:10pm), Adanma was yet to arrive. The young man tried many times to reach her on phone, all to no avail.

        Having dosed off on the upholstery seat, at about two minutes past seven at night (7:02pm), Chike’s door bell rang.

        On receipt of the blaring sound of the bell, Chike walked reluctantly to the door. “Who’s that?” He queried in a low tone.

       “It’s me, Adanma.”

         As soon as the name ‘Adanma’ was mentioned, the door was widely let open.

        “Baby, are you okay?” Chike worriedly asked. “I’ve been trying your line, but it was switched off.”

        Adanma, speechless; appeared tired and exhausted. She quietly walked to one of the seats in the sitting room and lousily sat on it, looking pale.

        Chike followed suit having closed the door. He was seated adjacent to her. “Baby talk to me,” He urged. “What’s wrong with you?”

        “Honey, I had a very busy day.” Adanma finally responded. “I worked overtime in the office.” She lied.

        Adanma had falsely informed Chike that she works in one of the telecommunication firms in the City. And Chike having trusted her, never cared to go for further enquiries on what she actually does for a living.

        “Oh, so sorry about that.” Chike uttered. “That’s company work for you. They will stress you, exploit you, and at the end, you would be paid peanut.” He added.

        “Yes, you are absolutely right.” Adanma complimented. “I wish I’m a civil servant like you.”

        Mr Chike Okafor who was a graduate of Business administration from the University of Port-Harcourt, was a successful civil servant. He was engaged with the Cross-River State Ministry of Finance.

        Whilst, Adanma was a drop-out from one of the Polytechnics in Nigeria. But she lied to Chike that she had a Higher National Diploma (HND) in Marketing.

        On that very day, she passed her night at Chike’s place, and left for her place the following day.

        After three days, which was barely eleven days to the proposed wedding ceremony, something very terrible transpired. On that day, Chike got an indelible and unimaginable experience in his lifetime.

        After office time, he was slowly driving along one of the streets in Calabar metropolis to purchase some fruits, as usual, for himself as well as his fiancée at about some minutes past five in the evening. Surprisingly, he noticed someone who appeared like Adanma, and the lady in question was walking into a certain brothel situated along the street. He quickly stopped his car and hurriedly walked out.

       On reaching the main entrance to the brothel, he saw a life image that gave him the greatest shock of his life. Frankly, the lady he saw while in his car was really Adanma, and no one else. This time, she was facing him, though from afar. She was almost nude in her dress.

       Little did Chike know that his so called bride had been a prostitute in disguise all those while. What a bridal deceit!

       He couldn’t believe his sight. It was like a dream. He stood still; seemed froze.

       On her part, virtually all her face was covered with fathomless tears while standing like an electrocuted vulture.

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