THE LAST VIRGIN (Episode 12)
As early as six am, Eugene was already up,his hands tucked behind his head for support as he stared at the ceiling,his mind deep in thoughts.
Eugene sighs, having enough of the brain Battle,he lifts himself off the bed and makes his way to the adjoining smaller room where the old woman occupied..
Stopping In front of her door,he knocks twice.
“Eugene?” Her frail voice calls out.
“Yes” he confirms
Eugene pushes the door back as he steps in side and takes a seat on the mattress near her.
She stares at him.
He puffs out breath
“Umm. I just wanted to ask a few questions” he scratches his head.
The old woman nods giving him the go ahead.
“Umm. Where are my parents?”
The old woman sighs.
“They died years ago, when you were just a boy. I’ve been taking care of you since”
“Oh” his face falls.
“And did anything happen for me to lose my memory? Why can’t I remember anything?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me this for so long”
“Well?” He probes further
“You were involved in an accident. We almost thought you weren’t going to survive but alas..” Her eyes light up.
Eugene scrunches his eyebrows.
“Yes. Your best friends and I”
Best friends? He wondered.
If he had best friends then why hadn’t they come to see him till now.
It’s been a month already right?
F*ck! This was hella confusing.
No matter how much his grandma had been trying to explain things to him each day for the past month, his brain was still having a hard time getting a hang of everything.
It was like his brain was desperately trying to refuse everything.
He sighs, rubbing his face.
He could feel a headache coming just thinking of this.
Ah! He groans.
“I’ll go take my bath” he lies scurrying out of the room immediately.
He needed to be alone.
Kayla squeals behimd me,ranting on and on about God knows what as I grumble under my beeath in annoyance padding back towards the kitchen to pour myself another glass of milk.
“Ahhh! I’m so excited” Kayla squeals again.
Oh God! This girl could scream for Africa.
I turn to face her,with another glass of milk In my hand.
“Shhh,keep it down will you? Mother is asleep upstairs”
“Oops.. Sorry” she bit her lip and remained quiet, but only for a few seconds until she squeals again, grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs towards my room.
I quickly tighten my grip on my glass as I stumble behind her.
I scowl at her but she was too excited to notice.
I let out a sigh, rubbing my temple.
“You know..” I glance at Kayla as she busily rummages through my bag,pulls out a notebook and pen and begins to scribble.
“Any outsider would think it’s your birthday and not mine” I finish,gulping my milk.
“Hmmm” she replies absentmindedly still scribbling.
From the way she’s numbering stuff,I’m guessing she’s making a list of things we’re going to do today.
Leaving her to her work,I lean back against the wall,my mind drifting to Mr stranger again.
I sigh.. When will I see him again?.
“Hey!” Kayla’s voice pulls me out of my reverie.
I glance down at her petite form.
“What’s got your mind occupied?”.
“Nothing. So what are you doing?” I move to sit near her,trying to Change the topic..
She stares at me suspiciously for a moment before breaking into a smile, obviously pushing any suspicious thoughts to the back of her head.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror for a moment before picking up a red lipstick and applying.
I smack my lips together to evenly spread the lipstick after which I tie my hair into a ponytail..
Done,I take a step back to overlook my appearance, smoothing my palm over the soft silk of my off shoulder white dress that hugged my body more than I would like.
I let out a sigh, biting my lip.
It doesn’t really feel it’s my birthday. At all.
A sudden knock on the door interrupts my thoughts
“Hey,you ready?” The door opens as my father steps in.
“Yes but dad don’t you think..”
“Not a word Valerie” he cuts ne off
“The party is already starting downstairs. So not a word. I know you’re worried about celebrating your birthday because of your mothers condition but trust me,if she could speak, she’d tell you to go have fun. You turn eighteen only once in a life time child,so go. I’ll be upstairs with your mom. Just go have fun,your friends are waiting”
I fidget with my fingers.
How do I tell him I’m more worried about what might go wrong tonight than my mother’s condition?..
It sounds selfish I know,but I can’t help this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It’s like I don’t want this party to happen in the first place.
“Hey” father nudges me.
“It’s Almost 8pm,you should get going”
“Yes. Right” I mumble
“And happy birthday love”
I smile “thanks dad”
“Now go.” He turns towards the door,walking out.
“Here goes nothing” I take in a deep breath before following him out,the loud buzzing music filling my ears already…
“Hey!!!!” I grab another glass of whisky which Kayla had successfully snuck in and gulp it all down.
The drink burns my throat as it makes it way towards my stomach.
I scrunch my face and shake my head.
Damn! This stuff is strong but it works perfectly when it comes to taking away ones problems..
I feel light headed,dizzy but good.
I feel like I can even fly.
I giggle at my thoughts.
I feel hands wrap around my waist.
“Hey beautiful” a husky voice says behind me.
“Dance with me” he adds and I giggle again..
Oh dear,I must be getting drunk.
“My pleasure” I reply as we begin to dance much too close for comfort but I do not mind..
Not at all.
I grab more whisky downing it,ignoring the burning sensation in my throat..
I do not know why but I’m beginning to feel more alive by the second..
I don’t even know what the time is.
But as long as people are dancing, kissing and grinding in each corner, I’m sure this party is gonna last till mama calls..
I turn to go and find my next dance partner when someone grips me and pulls me away from the party.
Ah,so much for having fun.
I whine as I’m being pulled till we reach the balcony attached to my bedroom..
“Hey!” I whine turning to face my captor only to come face to face with Max.
I scowl at him.
“Happy birthday love” he moves in to kiss me but I pull away..
How dare he ignore me for a month and then suddenly appear here to kiss me.
The cheek of it.
“F*ck off!” I stagger backwards.
He sighs pathetically
“I’m sorry love. I know I…”
“Oh cut the crap Max! You don’t get to come here all of a sudden…” I trail off…
“Baby… I..” Max’s words were lost into oblivion as I stagger backwards, a familiar emotion I haven’t felt in almost four weeks surging through me again.
Oh no. Not again. No no no.
I clench my fists. My head is beginning to ache.
The world is spinning.
Max stops talking when he realises Valerie was acting strange. He takes a step towards her but she steps back, holding up her hands
“D..don’t come.. Near.. Go..” She stammers, holding her neck groaning.
“I said go! Run! Get out of here!”she screams, sinking to floor and letting her hands fall to her sides.
That was when he realised it.
From where her hands was covering was the crescent shape underneath her ear he’d always thought was a tattoo.
He watches as the half moon shape begins to reconstruct itself on her skin,bit by bit,little by little
Max watches in horror as the half moon shape suddenly turns into a full moon shape.
The moon shape begins to glow on her skin.
“Run! Go!” He hears Valerie scream as she tries to control whatever was taking over her body but he was too shocked, too dumbstruck at what his eyes were seeing that he couldn’t move an inch.
An invisible wind suddenly blew,sending Valerie’s hair which was tied into a ponytail flying in all directions.
The ribbon holding her hair in place suddenly tore,her hair falling around her shoulders.
She opens her eyes.
Max let’s out a scream at the sight of her eyes.
They were changing color.
And.. And so was her hair..
Her hair was turning bright red.
He tries to move,but it was too late.
“V.. Va..Valerie” he whispers.
Valerie gets up from where she was kneeling and faces him.
Her palm were igniting with fire.
“Valerie what is…”
Valerie could no longer control the force overtaking her body..
Annamarie’s anger towards her death years ago had reignited.
And the sweet Valerie had vanished.
And right now,any man was her enemy.
And the guy before her was her enemy.
She was back. Annamarie’ was finally back.
Back after fifty godamn years for revenge.
She wasn’t Valerie Kent.
She was Annamarie. And she was back,for good.
Her eyes blazes with hatred.. Her anger causes her to flip her hair.
The force sending Max flying off his feet.
She flips her again,unable to control herself and Max was once again thrown against the walk..
Except there was no wall on the balcony.
Max trips from the edge of the balcony and slips.
Max lands from the three storey building to the floor.
His head hitting the floor first.
He was dead even before he fell.
His neck was twisted at an odd angle,eyes wide open void of any life.
Lord Hades jumps off his seat,the ground shaking with his terror.
Annamarie had just killed someone..
One rule had been broken.
The Church Scandal (Episode 8)
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.
“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
“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.
By VICKYBON UZUAZOR
DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 6)
DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 6)
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.
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
“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
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
By VICKYBON UZUAZOR
GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 4)
GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL “THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL” (EPISODE 4)
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
“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
Omote did not look at his face, rather, she felt
“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
“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.