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The news came in the dead of the night. Akunna ran nearly 20 kilometers, through the shrubs and swampy fields of Ihile village, as fast as his tiny legs could carry him till he reached Udi’s hut.

“The king’s men are coming for you!” he whispered, perching on a fallen tree stump, he held the window frame of the mud wall, before pulling himself upward to peer into the room. The tiny kerosene lamp was on the floor, near the leopard skin mat in the center of the room. The golden flames cast shadows on the bowl of half-eaten eba and naked bones of chicken littered on the soup plate on the table, the dried head of a leopard hung on the wall and goatskin bag holding spears and knives rested on the wall yet, Akunna didn’t see Udi.

“Dee Udi! Dee Udi!” he called again. His eyes darted around the room, his heart slamming in his chest. He had seen the king’s men come. He had heard their feet kick the bamboo door of his home.
His mother has grabbed him and hurled him through the window before climbing down after him. She then whispered to him to run to Udi and tell him the king’s men were coming. He had heard the rapid beats of his mother’s heart. He had felt her trembling hands fold around him in a fierce embrace. She had pushed him toward the dark path before climbing back into the hut to face the king’s men besides her husband.

Akunna didn’t run along at first. He wanted to climb back in and stand beside his father. He peered into the room, through the hole in the wall and watched the king’s men barge in. 7 huge men wearing leathered armor, their machete and spears glistening in the light of the lamp. They stared down at father with fury in their eyes.

“Tell me, Agu! You and your brother are raising rebels to overthrow the king, Okwa ya? You are speaking ill of the throne! Why?” the tallest of the king’s men asked, the gold seal of the crown’s lion head symbol was fastened to his tunic. A large scar ran from his left eye to his jaw. He dragged father to his feet and pressed his hand around father’s throat, squeezing air from his pipes. Father’s head barely reached the man’s chest, yet, Akunna didn’t see his father tremble. The more the man squeezed, the prouder father stood. The scarred man laughed and ordered his men to search the hut.

His men searched, breaking the water pots and smashing calabashes. They tore down the animal heads hanging on the wall, animals father had killed on his hunting sprees. He watched them empty mama’s ancient leather box on the ground, her wrappers and beads spilled over, even the art molding, Akunna had given her two moons ago, fell to the floor too. He watched as one of them step on it, crushing the clay molding beneath his heels.

The scarred man looked around the room, dissatisfied. He walked from one end of the hut to the other, turning the bed and lifting the chair, he saw nothing. Then he stood on tiptoes and searched the edge of the wall, the space between the wall and the ceiling – then he saw it. Father’s Uyiuwa charm. It was the birth charm my grandfather had prepared for father at his birth, he had used father’s bloody umbilical cord to prepare the charms. The scarred man pulled it down and despite mama’s pleas and screams, he set it ablaze. It was only then did father cry, his knees buckled and he slumped on the ground. They began to hit him, landing blows on his face and back, but when their leader raised his spear towards father’s heart, Akunna turned away and began to run as far as his legs could carry him.

“Dee Udi! Dee Udi!” Akunna called, his eyes searched the dimly lit hut till he saw the heavily built frame of Udi’s body sprawled across the bed. His snores, soft and irregular. His wrapper had loosened around his waist, his manhood laid limp across his thigh.

“Dee Udi!” he called again. He stirred but didn’t wake. A sound on metals clicking pulled Akunna’s attention to the darkened shrubs, the same direction he had come. That was when he saw they coming, blood splattered over their bodies. Their knives dripping with blood. Father’s head hung at the tip of the scarred man’s spear. Akunna’s throat tightened. He wanted to scream, cry or kick but he held himself and turned back to the window.

“Dee Udi, wake up!” he whispered, half plea, half cry. Udi stirred and raised his head. The king’s men had already passed the mango tree near his Obi and were walking to his door.

“Onye?” Udi called, rising, wiping his eyes and adjusting his wrapper to cover his thighs.

“O mu,” Akunna said. “The king’s men are here. Save yourself!”

He didn’t see Udi jump from his bed, he didn’t see him dive for his machete and spear. He didn’t see because he was already running towards the bushes, into darkness, into safety, into his pains.

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With love,
Chi Ngaikedi.

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The Church Scandal (Episode 8)



The Church Scandal

The Church Scandal (Episode 8)


On the night of the graduation, Just after the
ordination, a gospel party was thrown at the
school auditorium for the graduates.
Uduak, Mfon, Inibehe and Eno were seated on
the same table. They had a sip of the heavens
wine over again, until it finished and they
demanded for another one.

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“This doesn‟t taste like the Nigerian table wine.”
Eno said to Mfon.
“Of course not. My daddy used to buy a lot of
this when he visited here.” Uduak said.
Eno stared at her meanly and said, “I wasn‟t
talking to you. I am talking to my husband.”

Mfon was already tired of trying to stop the
bicker between his wife and Uduak, he just gave
a loud sigh and shook his head.
Inibehe was searching for Nduke with his eyes in the crowd.

When he finally caught a glimpse of her in the
crowd trying to walk herself out of the door, he
got up and followed her.
She went to have a sip of the dark rum she’d
used in baking her birthday cake.

She gulped down the last sip of it and threw the
bottle on the sandy floor. He was right behind
her, but she wasn’t aware. A sudden cold wind
gusted on her. She held herself together and
strolled toward the school beach side. It was
lonely and cold, but the dark rum kept her warm.

She couldn’t think of anything else but Inibehe,
the picture of him appeared in her head.
She stared at the waters, the way it unfold itself and scattered into the sands, running toward
her. She was not aware that Inibehe was right
behind her.

“Nduke….” He called out her name so gently she
felt an inexplicable need to cry. She knew it was
him, the sound of his voice skipped her heart. He looked like a man ready for a confrontation.

“I won‟t let you go, I promise. Don’t be sad.”
His voice ran like a caress over nerves stretched
too tight. She fought an urge to throw herself
into his arms.
“There’s a storm coming in, you have to stand
with me. You have to stand with me in this
storm, because there will be no umbrella.”

He hugged her backwardly, her scented body
lotion thrilled the moment.
Her hand lifted to stop him, but he held them
tight and began to kiss her again.
Inibehe knew it might be the last time he was
going to kiss her that way, so he kissed her even
deeper and more passionately that she felt the
impact when he released her lips and took it
back like he was never going to let it go.

As they sank into the white sand by the beach
side, She told herself that she was going to
forsake her ego and be with the love of her life.
His presence still managed to take a lot of hurts
and sad feelings away at the moment.

He cried when she took his hands to her chest.
“Make love to me for the last time.” She said. He
flashed her grin and her heart stood still. How
was it possible to feel so enervated, yet so
completely aware all at that same time?
“I won‟t make love to you. Let’s get married here and now.”

“How? No pastor to bless us.”
“We are pastors, we were ordained today. God is
here already. Let’s make vows. look…” He
brought out a necklace that had a picture of him
inside a tiny frame. And showed her the one that had a picture of her inside a closed tiny frame too. Ridiculous tears stung her eyes.

Inibehe hung the necklace that had his picture
on it on her neck. It was gold necklace with a
diamond pendant of their faces in it. He took her hands and cut her fingers with a tiny blade.
“Ouch!” She exclaimed painfully. He licked the
blood in her hands without seeking for her
permission. He then cut his hands with the blade and she licked his blood too without hesitation.

“I will love you forever.” He said with so much
“I will love you forever too.” He withdrew his
hand slowly, trailing it over her skin. It began to
rain softly, and then wind driven rain began to
beat them. He began to giggle, while she
laughed. But there were still sadness in her eyes.

“I can‟t believe I did this.” He said. “I just wanna prove to you that I can’t ever love someone else.” He said, staring at her as if he were trying to see past her words, to read her thoughts.

They didn’t make love. He couldn’t just do it. He
felt he was taking advantage of her body simply
because she would let him.
They hugged themselves in the rain until the icy
cold ran through their spines.

He’d dreamed about her, her remarkable eyes,
but he’d only pictured them filled with sadness
that nearly matched his own.



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The cool air felt heavy against my bare arms, as
if they were holding onto raindrops that were
reluctant to fall. It was a cold Sunday evening,
I sat comfortably under the comfort of my
children’s duvet, while I watched them sleep.

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Then I heard familiar voices in the sitting room.
David and Ifeoma were back from church.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do anything to you.
Take off your jacket, let’s go inside.”

David Instructed, serious faced as they entered
the sitting room. Ifeoma sat quietly on the
couch. Her heart skipped a bit when she saw
me appear in the sitting room, immediately she
sensed my watchful eyes, she became bold
and confident.

“You should let me be please madam Ekom. It
is not my fault that pastor wants Me.” she said
in a shaky tone.
“Get prepared for where God will be taking you
to Ifeoma. Very soon, you will be so ashamed of yourself, God has revealed to me how such
a day will be.”

“And I hope he also revealed to you that I
have finally agreed to divorce you Ekom. You
and your adopted kids should start packing.”
David said, he didn’t look directly at my face.
I flew on the center table firmly and slapped
him twice on the Face.

You and your Adulterous lover will leave this
house of my sweat for me and my Children. I
toiled with you! Prayed that we grow together.
I carried the sands of this house on my head,
which led to my first and last miscarriage!
Go to hell with your divorce paper, I am God’s
own woman, I detest divorce. I will be patient.

Go to hell with your church! With your lover!
Shame on you two! ” I snapped at them, I was
throwing curses at them. Tears rolled down my
cheeks, I made choking sounds as I walked
angrily into the Room. A film of sweat coated
my entire body like a second skin.

The silence was broken only by the whir of the
ceiling fan as it sliced through the still air.
David sat down and slowly lowered his head
into his hands.
“Ekom, unbelievable. You mean David said
these words to you?”
Pastor Felix asked. He has been David’s
childhood friend since the days of theological
school. He founded a big church and had a
large congregation too.

Pastor Felix was a mature looking man, who had grey hairs and wore round spectacles at all times. He was a learned man of God who was highly respected.
He was also the president of Pastors Forum.

“How can a church as big as Hills ministries
condone such sinful act from their pastor? I am
so disappointed to hear this. What did Lady
Georgina say about this?” He asked in a
baritone voice.

My eyes were heavy, and I was trying so hard
to control tears from running out again.
“It’s okay Ekom. I am really sorry. I need you
to pray seriously now. You are a strong
woman.” he said as he patted my back softly.

“I am holding a pastor’s meeting for this
reason by tomorrow.” He said authoritatively.
My nerves bit with frustration and tension. I
was so ashamed that my marriage was going


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Tega’s laughter subsided, but a wistful smile
remained on her face.
Omote had told her about her encounter with
Isioma, who was popularly known as ‘the
school fucker’ in secondary school.


“Does she still do that her busy body?” Tega
asked, smiling wide.
“Ahhh….yes o.” Omote giggled.
“I am surprise that she said she is married.
what then was she doing at a hotel with a
small boy?”

“I don’t know o. She asked me to call her. So
maybe we will talk about that when we see.”
“Ah! Isioma the crazy girl.” Tega laughed.
There was a loud knock on the door. Tega and
Omote wondered who it was.
“Are you expecting a visitor?” Tega asked.

Omote walked to the door and opened it
immediately she saw who it was.
“It’s Kennedy.” She whispered to Tega and
clicked the door open.
“Where is my money?” Kennedy asked in a
baritone voice. His face became stern. There
were beads of sweat on his face, and he
looked pale.

Omote did not look at his face, rather, she felt
his surprise.
“He didn’t touch me.” Omote said with a frown
on her face.
“Meaning that he didn’t give me any money.”

“Liar!” Kennedy yelled. ” You mean that a
whole Chief Akporo who gives girls 100k as
thanks for coming, did not give you a dime
“Maybe he doesn’t like me. But I swear on my
late father’s grave, that man didn’t give me a
kobo. He only said that he was going to see
me again.”

“If I find out that you are lying enh, I will make
sure Chief doesn’t see you again.” His voice
was getting louder, his head bobbing. He
walked away and slammed the door

“Omor. Kennedy introduces you to big men? I
thought you said he is just a good friend?”
Tega asked softly, she continued, “Did the man
give you money?”
“Holy mary, Yes!” She yelled. “He gave me
200k, and I am supposed to give Ken 20k.”
She sat gently on the couch.

“So why can’t you give him, since you will have
a whole 180k to yourself?”
“Because I am trying to set up a business for
you. Since you can’t use what you have to get
what you want. let me be the twerp.”

“I didn’t send you to go about sleeping with
men for money. I will not give out my body for
Money!” Tega said arrogantly.
“But you can sleep with a man for love and silly
emotions? See, I am not doing this for you, I
am doing this for mama. She has suffered
enough for Us. If I want to waste my time, and
watch you as my elder sister to hustle and take
care of us, we will all die.

Start thinking of what you can do, so that I can make plans to give you some money. you think sey to find job for Lagos na beans?” Omote said and walked angrily into the room.
Tega said nothing. She sat carefully on the
couch and bit her finger nails.

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