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The “No” stigma

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The No stigma

*The “No” stigma.*

 

His heart keeps throbbing,
Beads of sweat running down from his face.
The world seems to be at a standstill,
He hears the clock ticking in his head,
A second seems like an hour.
His feet is getting heavier but he must keep moving.
He walks over slowly, with every ounce of mustered courage he has.

“Hello,” he says in a nervous voice as he extends his hand politely.
“Hi,” she replies snobbishly and size up the young man.
She walks away, he doesn’t meet her taste.
Off she goes, giggling loudly with her friends,
Leaving the young man to wallow in regrets of making the first move.
Head bowed, heart broken, he walks away in the skirt of shame.
His ego forever bruised.

Wrong Wishes

~Ufuoma B.A

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The Church Scandal (EPISODE 5)

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The Church Scandal

The Church Scandal (EPISODE 5)

 

The Church Scandal (EPISODE 4)

Inibehe spent lots of time eating the almond pie
Nduke had baked at the school kitchen for him.
He flirted lightly and so did she, glad she never
took him seriously. That made it a little easier to
ignore the enticing curves of her body and the
way she always smelled so clean and fresh.

It had been much harder to ignore the play of
lights gleaming in her enticing dreadlocks.
Physical attraction aside, Inibehe had the good
characteristics of a loving husband. And Nduke
knew, she liked everything about him. He had a
lot of respect for the goals she’d set. She was
bright and eager with big plans for her life.

Inibehe‟s phone suddenly rang, and when he
saw who it was, his countenance changed. It
was his father, and he knew what he wanted to
say to him.
“Pick your call,” Nduke said playfully.
Inibehe reluctantly placed the phone to his ears.

“Hello, daddy?”
“I have been sending voice messages and
emails, but you have not replied any of them.”
“I have been busy.”
“We are visiting Uduak’s family soon. I will like
you to come home immediately after your
graduation.”
“Graduation date isn’t fixed yet.”
“I will call the reverend and give him the date as
soon as possible.”

“Even after graduation, I will be in London for a
while before I come home.”
“Arrant nonsense! you will do no such thing. I
am fixing the date for your graduation and you
will be back to Nigeria for your wedding, or else
I will disown you and render you useless!”
His father said and hung up the call.

Inibehe‟s face saddened. The pie fell off his
hand. He stared at Nduke and wondered if he
should tell her what his father said.
“Are you okay?” Nduke asked. He nodded calmly
and held her hands.
“Nduke, whatever comes between us, I will
always love you.” He said emotionally.

“If there is something bothering you that you
can’t say, let’s go pray about it at the chapel, the
lord can do all things.”
Inibehe pivoted. He stared at Nduke with a
fathomless expression.

He let out a troubled sigh. Almost reluctantly,
she shook her head and dragged him up to
stand.
They walked together hand in hand to the
chapel, where they knelt at a well decorated
podium and prayed.

*****************************

Despite the prayers, Inibehe was still disturbed.
“Oh God help me.” He muttered under his
breath.
He was saddened by his Father’s words.
There was a knock on his door. It was an
exciting knock.
“Pastor it’s me, Eddie.” A young boyish voice
came in from outside. Eddie was Inibehe’s school
son, he was also the boy he mentored since his
first year in school.
“Come in,” Inibehe said loud.

Eddie walked in excitedly and said “The school
graduation list is out, Your graduation is next
week” he said excitedly.
But Inibehe wasn’t happy. He gave a fake smile
and then giggled.
“Good. Thanks be to God.”

Eddie expected more drama from him. He’d
wanted him to jump up and scream In
excitement, but Inibehe’s heart was heavy with
thoughts. Thoughts his bald head school son
might never understand.
A few moments later, Eddie had left.
Inibehe became devastated. A noisy group of
teenagers passed by his window, they talked
about the graduation, laughing and jostling one
another.

He was tempted to open the brandy his
Jamaican friend Laurel had given him a year ago.
He’d wanted to taste something he’d never had
before, so Laurel got him a brandy. It was an
expensive one.

For several long seconds, he stood there with the
brandy in his hands. He suddenly opened it and
sipped it from the bottle. He sipped it
continuously until he felt that he was becoming
tipsy. He could remember how his body sang
with desire when Nduke hugged him the
previous day. He’d wanted her more with each
breath.

Nduke unexpectedly clicked the door open and
saw him sip the brandy from the bottle. She’d
come to tell of the Graduation notice, but what
she saw amazed her.
“You’re having alcohol?” She asked, looking
amazed.

Inibehe nodded.”Give that to me.” She
whispered and struggled to get the bottle from
him. He held her tight to himself and wouldn’t let
her off.
She strained against him, incredibly soft.
He pulled her face toward his and began to kiss
her. He’d thought she was going to resist, but
she didn’t.

He hasn’t known what was going on anymore, but Nduke didn’t kiss like a virgin, and
he didn’t care. She kissed like a woman who
knew exactly what she wanted. If she told him to
stop he was pretty sure he could have. But she
didn’t tell him to stop and his hands and his
mouth had separated from his fuzzy brain.

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DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 2)

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DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 2)

 

VICKYBON UZUAZOR

DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 1)

I was still devastated with the thoughts of
Ifeoma and my husband David. After I watched
the kids sleep, I strolled into the kitchen to
make myself a cup of tea.

Just after I poured the milk in a mug, I felt
someone was in the kitchen too. I looked back,
quickly surprised.
“Welcome madam.” She said, almost
stuttering.
I slowly poured the hot water from the flask
into the mug, stirred it a bit and sipped.
Then I noticed a protruded stomach, she had
tried to cover it with her handbag.

“Are you pregnant Ifeoma? You look it.” I
asked in a soft tone.
Her expression was in earnest. “Yes madam,
didn’t pastor tell you? I am pregnant for him,
we are expecting a child.”
Her voice had a tremor in it, even though her
face was bold and firm.
Her words were like the score of a sharpened
blade across my heart. I sensed the wound
gape open even before she’d finished speaking.

“You were sleeping with my husband while I
was away?”
“I am sorry madam, I think pastor is in the
best place to answer that question. It was an
agreement.”
She said calmly and walked out of the kitchen,
making a flappy sound with her shoes.
I stood there for moments like a mannequin,
the tea cup in my hands, and then my eyes
right at the door.

The sound of my ringing tone brought me
back from the shock, I had.
“Hello, Ekom?”
“Yes, Lizzy,” I responded with a sigh of relieve.
“Thank God I have been able to reach you, I
have been dialing your American lines but not
going through.” she sounded a bit terrified.

“Well, I am back in Nigeria now. I came in this
morning. Is everything fine?”
“Not at all, pastor brought your girl for
maternity scan at my clinic last weekend.
What’s that her name again?”
“Ifeoma?”

“Iyaaa, Ifeoma. I was shocked to see her all
over him like they were lovers. What is
happening?”
Tears rolled down my eyes as Lizzy went on
talking about things that went on while I was
away. Something flared deep in my eyes, but
my lips remained sealed.
I was stricken silent, but the thud of my
heartbeat sounded like cannon fire in my ears.

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PROPOSAL

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PROPOSAL

 

I had been engaged, yes! I did a good job of hiding it!. Two years and a month, it was supposed to be a surprise to y’ all when we announced the wedding, but all those plans have been thrown to the dust by just a single phone call.

     “Hi! I got your number from your fiancé’s phone, he was in an accident” that was the statement that turned my life upside down. I know nobody knew he had engaged me, but who could escape matters of the heart?

BEING A MAN

    I threw on my clothes, not bothered about what I wore for the first time and hurried to see him. But when I got there, I got the worse news of my life…no wait, he isn’t dead yet but to me, the news was worse. He had Amnesia and couldn’t remember anybody except his parents and his maid. I couldn’t believe it, so I went in to confirm. He stared at me like I was an alien, none of the dimples of his that I loved showed. I called his name but he kept staring, reality then hit me hard. I was now a stranger, a total one.

  The one man I had built my life around, had totally forgotten me. Our wedding was in five months! I told none of you, but I am sharing it now. I just got back from the hospital now, I stand hidden from him each time so that he wouldn’t think I am stalking him. He would never understand why I was being close, so the doctors advised I stayed away.

   The maid cried with me, the parents consoled me. I was the only person he forgot. He had completely hidden away everything we shared, everything we planned to share in the future away.  Now I am sitting here lost, afraid and angry. The doctors said he might remember me or HE MIGHT NOT!

What if he doesn’t? One thing was sure, I can’t live fully with this! I am so devastated. They said I would be okay, they think I would be fine…but I know the truth, I would be something… But certainly not okay.

The Talisman

 

AGU GIFT

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