Part 10: A vampire, perhaps

“It would have been nicer the other night though but you were with those two school boys and I didn’t want to be rude, taking you away from them”.

I looked at him, amazed. Then I laughed. “Omololu and Dan”, I said.

“Who were those? Your boyfriends or something?”

“Oh please. How many boyfriends can a girl have?”

“My dear, only girls know the answer to that”, he mocked. … More Part 10: A vampire, perhaps

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Story telling: Series 2

Nifemi’s father couldn’t to accept defeat. He wasn’t financially buoyant to take responsibility to excuse his daughter out of an early marital resort. As he sat there, carefully putting his thoughts together to form the right words, he couldn’t help but blame himself for allowing the situation deteriorate to such an extent. Little wonder Nifemi’s mother deemed it fit to give their daughter to a rich married man who would take care of her. Then she in turn gave herself to a better alternative.

Pa Jide and Mama Savage sat quietly on the three-sitter cushion. They had come as a favor to Nifemi to help break the news to her parents. As elders in the family, they stayed to make sure that while scolding and chastising her, the best decision on the matter is taken. Needless to say, her parents will be far entangled in disappointment and overwhelmed with emotions to take the right decision. Mr. Martins, with a blank face, sat separate from everyone. Mr. Adeniji rose up suddenly and entered the bedroom. He emerged a few seconds later, holding ‘a finely-skinned long bamboo stick’ in the grip of his hand. … More Story telling: Series 2

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Story telling: Series 1

The afternoon was cold and windy. The rains poured heavily outside, the streets were deserted from the fierceness of it. It was as though the world was aware that the heavens were falling. The weather told the story of what was happening in Mr. Adeniji’s house. Though midday, it was drearily dark and desolate, as though the masquerades of the spirits of the dead have indeed come to haunt the so-called notable families. The clouds were dark; the ground was pulsating from the thundering rain with fearful thunder claps, and lightning crowning the air with tension. … More Story telling: Series 1

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A short story: With eyes wide open

January is always a good place to begin a new chapter. With the New Year excitement in the air and unrealistic resolutions flying about, it seemed like the best time to hope anew. So Dupe prayed for a miracle for that year. She wanted an angel to wipe away all her tears of yesteryears, assure of the wonderful tomorrow she’d always dreamed of and take care of her today. And almost as if God heard her prayer, she met this man that same January.

“May I pay for that?”

Dupe looked up at him. He was huge and very ordinary looking. He must have thought she was less fortunate to have walked into a supermarket and picked something that she didn’t have money to pay for. Or worse still, that she was hopeless enough to hope for any stranger to pay for her shopping. He had a little girl with him. He looked old enough to her father and Dupe too had her younger sister. It didn’t seem like a good condition to be picking up a potential date.

“No, thank you”, she said and moved along.

It seemed like a good day to do nothing but spend the little pocket money she had managed to save and enjoy the outdoors. Dupe hardly enjoyed doing that. So she went across the supermarket and sat at a coffee shop with her sister. Soon later, the huge looking man showed up again with the little girl asking nicely to join them. Dupe refused to let it turn into some fancy chase so she let him sit across her sister and herself with the little girl. She was adorable to look upon anyway but that was all Dupe let herself admire – to look and not get familiar. But before she knew it, he was beginning to talk, casually, of the things she had thought in her private moments. Speaking as though he had heard her prayers, seen her dreams and knew her pain and although her sister couldn’t understand it, Dupe instantly connected with this stranger. There was nothing familiar about him but he spoke so familiar. So before it dawned on her that it was their first meeting, Dupe had promised to see him again.
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Untitled: A short story for your weekend holiday

It was almost twilight and I found myself dragging to my quarters. I hoped my brother would be there at least to make me feel better since all my girlfriends were headed out to a bachelor’s eve. I could have sworn I heard strange noises coming from upstairs. I couldn’t tell where exactly. Ours was a high-rise building, the stairs goes on and on. But as I climbed higher, the noise grew louder. It sounded like bashing. I was scared. The noise was coming from my room. I didn’t have the option of running away or hiding away till it was over. My brother could be in trouble. I rushed to open the door. I was horrified by the very sight that welcomed me. Segun and Yinka were battering my brother.

“What? No, stop it”, I yelled as I rushed to pull him away from them. But before I could do that, a heavy backhand slap threw me to the floor rendering me weak with series of echoes in my ear. I must have been blinded temporarily too. I struggled to remain alert. My eyes grew teary after I shook off the daze from my face. It was only then that I noticed the blood come out through my nostrils. There was no time for a pity party, my brother was in more trouble. Omololu was already collapsed in a pool of his own blood with cuts and bruises all over his body, especially his face. I gasped for air when I saw my brother like that. Is he dead? I hoped not as I pushed myself across the rugged floor toward him but within a twinkling of an eye, one of the boys pulled me up by my hair. Argh! That hurt so bad. Then he tied my hands and feet to each corner of my bed. I fought and screamed but I couldn’t get away from him. Then I began to beg, mercilessly.

“I’ve been asking to be your boyfriend” he said then he laughed out loud, an evil laugh. “Instead of accepting to date me, all you do is flaunt your sexy body around me. You shouldn’t have done that. Now here you are, at my mercy but not to worry, I will be gentle”, Segun said as he smiled so devilishly. My eyes grew wider in fear of the devilish thought on his mind. He stroked my cheek as he spoke. I struggled to get the twines loose but they were tied hard. I was only hurting myself more by wriggling my wrist in them. I loathe his touch yet all I could do is plead. I must have said a prayer that night. If there was ever a time I needed a miracle, it was that night, a miracle of obstruction.

I shot my eyes so tight and hoped by the time I opened them, it would go back to be a peaceful night. But when I opened my eyes, my brother was still in a pool of his own blood and the boys were gearing to rape me, both of them. As they took their turns to devour me, my brother awoke from my screams and cries. He tried to pull his body towards the bed but it was difficult for him to move at all. His face was badly cut. He only managed to see barely with one eye.

After they were done and gone, I wanted to be dead. I would have been better dead. I couldn’t cry anymore. I had lost my voice from so much screaming. I had lost strength from struggling and my body wasn’t mine anymore. The pain that overpowered me was deadening. I couldn’t believe that it happened to me, to us. The agonising pain and hurt and fury I felt at that moment were insurmountable. I should have gone to the party. Yet I feared for my twin brother and me. We were barely two months in the University, how could this have happened, I thought. The sight of him frightened me as I imagined the worst lying with my swollen eyes glued to the white ceiling. The tears rolled down without a sound or whimper. Until someone notices us there, we are good as dead. So I wait for death. … More Untitled: A short story for your weekend holiday

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Review on Noise of the Market, Adebukola Ayodele-Alamu, 2013

This is the description of my third and most recent publication, Noise of the Market, written and published on Amazon (E-book Kindle Edition) in 2013.

Noise of the Market is a melodramatic work of fiction. This is a tale of love, deception and betrayal. It is the chronicle of three generations of women who at different times pursued different paths, yet simultaneously suffered the same fate, as a wife and mother.

This book is thoughtfully written solely for the purpose and the information it provides on a few of the possible causes of broken homes. While this book gives an instance of early love gone sour, deception and betrayal as its base of this story, there are other possible causes of a broken home; such as onset wrong choice in marriage, neglect and lack of care, sexual abuse, domestic violence, infidelity, irreconcilable difference(s), lack of communication, lack of trust, among others. However, the most prominent ones of this generation are financial issues, cheating spouses/infidelity, jealousy, parental or friends influence, lack of genuine selfless love and time-consuming jobs. This story and its characters and entities are FICTIONAL. Any likeness to actual persons, either living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

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Wild Area: Times like Weather


I had said I would finish up my long lost series on Times like Weather. If you haven’t read the previous series please see them here – Times like Weather, It’s in men: Times like Weather, Heavens come crumbling down: Times like Weather for easy correlation. However, I believe I jumped the gun and skipped to the happily ever after in It’s a Beautiful Morning. Please forgive me. I hope enjoy it.

Olusegun thought it would be an opportunity to say his goodbyes when his sister called for him. However, he was disappointed to learn that Nifemi was the reason she summoned him.

“Sister, don’t let me disrespect you because of this woman. Please”, he exclaimed furiously. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Will you keep quiet and sit down?” she said to him in like manner. “What nonsense!”

“Sister!” he increased his tempo. “If you want me to listen to what you have to say, first ask this woman to leave this room this minute”.

“Please help me beg him ma”, Nifemi crawled on her knees. She had been crying; her eyes were red and swollen. She has been having quite some tough times getting a chance to redeem her life.

“Olusegun”, Aunty Kofoworola said firmly. “Sit down”. He obeyed grudgingly. He fumed as he sat and looked away from both women. “How sad” Aunty Kofoworola said in a hushed tone. “Patience is the principal character in all things. It is important to have it; and in all your doings have understanding too” she admonished. “Nifemi, please sit down”.

“Aunty Kofo, please let me stay like this”, Nifemi begged while she knelt on the tiled floor.

“Sit down”, Aunty Kofoworola insisted. Nifemi obliged reluctantly. “Olusegun, do you remember when that was you on the floor, begging to get your family back?”

“That was a longtime ago. Besides, the terms do not apply anymore. Things have changed. I have moved on; she gave me no choice”, Olusegun got angrier as he spoke.

“Cutting off the head does not remedy an acute migraine. What is done is done. She has learnt from her mistakes and she is willing to make amends”.

Olusegun laughed out loud. “Make amends indeed! What went wrong with her lover; the one she left her children to be with?”, he asked his sister.

“Lover?”, Aunty Kofoworola was shocked.

“Aha! She will not tell you the terrible things she has done. Yet you expect me to be gracious enough to take her back? Even if Adebola is not in the picture, which I bless God she is, I still will not take this one back. I have condoned a lot of rubbish, insult to my person but even when I knew these things, I didn’t send her away. I never sent her away. Yet she left me in the midst of her frivolous gallivanting. Still I searched for her”, his voice lowered. He was hurt.

“She led me to my good fortunes. If not for her, I wouldn’t have given another woman a chance; I probably won’t be who I am today. Still, I thank her”, he referred to Nifemi. “I acknowledge the things I accomplished by her and the beautiful children she willingly gave me. I will take really good care of them to the extent that she will hear of them in future and be proud. But there is no going back now; it is against my vows to Adebola and will be a grave insult on my person to take her back. I didn’t send her away. She left on her own volition”.

“The woman who has born you children is definitely now more than mere acquaintance. You cannot deny her anymore, personally or publicly. She will always rub off on you all the days of your life, whether you like it or not. Your shadow is cast on her for life and hers’ on you. Can’t there be a form of compromise?”, Aunty Kofoworola tried to placate her brother.

Olusegun chuckled sarcastically. “Sister, you know I love and respect you very much. I will not want to disrespect you in anyway whatsoever. But let me put it to you clearly. Even if my mother woke up from the dead on this account, I will still not take her back”, he said firmly. His eyes grew big; his sister had never seen him so stubborn and angry. As much as she tried, she knew there was nothing else to say to pacify him. Whether in good fate or possessed, he had spoken his mind. There is, therefore, now no going back.

“Ha! Aunty, please help me beg him”, Nifemi fell to the floor again. “Olusegun, my husband, please”, she crawled up to his feet. “Please don’t do this to me. For Christ’s sake, please don’t do this to me. Think of the times we’ve had. The times we’ve shared in innocence, for the sake of love. My husband . . .”

“I am not your husband”, he stood to his feet. “Sister, if there is no other matter that requires my attention, I will take my leave”.

“Yet you claim you know a God who beseeches us to forgive one another even as He forgives you?” Aunty Kofoworola shook her head in pity. She found no other word to say to him.

It was a terrible thing what has happened between these two. Olusegun was definitely not going to give in; his mind was apparently made up. When she said nothing, Olusegun took that to mean there was no other matter of urgency.

“I will see you some other time, sister”.

Nifemi was abandoned on the floor. She wept bitterly. She fell hard to the floor, begging Aunty Kofoworola to help her.

That was the last time Nifemi laid eyes on Olusegun. He left for Abuja the following week. Nifemi eventually lost.
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