Fear Drop ... the series: Episode Two

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Episode Two:  'Gone with the ocean'

Saturday 18, 2012

The last thing Kemute thought of as she struggled to swim ashore was how she had allowed the banana shaped object hanging between the thighs of one man shatter a beautiful dream she once had. As a child she fantasized about running a successful chain of supermarkets while married to a very wealthy Adonis who would build an exquisite mansion by the seaside, and they will be surrounded by four beautiful children, three handsome boys that will succeed their father and a very beautiful daughter who will grow up to become a head spinner.

If she hadn’t run into Tajudeen, TJ for short, and his magical penis that more than compensated for his ugly looks six years ago, perhaps half, if not all of her dreams would have come true. Her uncle had sent her to get his chauffeur at the boy’s quarter, at the back of the main house, and she had met the door open, although it was shielded by a curtain but as usual she had barged in without knocking first. Ese, her brother, had quarreled with her in the past about such bad manners when they still lived under the same roof.

‘One day you will see what you are looking for’ he had warned.

‘Story! You are my brother, we live in the same house, and you are not a stranger to me, so why should I knock on your door every time mum ask me to come get you from this your smelling room’ she had retorted and walked away laughing while he seethed with anger.

Ese’s prophecy finally came true when she parted the curtain shielding the entrance to the chauffeurs room and what her eyes saw shook her body, and got her transfixed.

She stared at a stranger who lay down stark naked and fast asleep with his body facing the ceiling and his penis hard as rock and as long as a railway line. She hadn’t seen anything like this before and she was only seventeen. She swallowed four times, and her body felt funny.

Just then the stranger rolled, stretched and woke up suddenly as if aware someone was staring at him. Their eyes met, but she didn’t notice the big scar on his face that looked like someone spilled paint there, neither did she see the big pimples on his face that looked like the size of peanuts. Her mind was occupied with what she had seen and she tried to reason why it was the way it was at that time of the day – noon time.

Finally, she got hold of herself, and quickly asked after the driver, while she looked away. Sensing the discomfort his organ was causing her, he quickly tied a wrapper and replied that the driver went to get something and when he returns he will deliver her message, to which she turned and left, but a part of her wanted to stay and understudy her discovery.

Nothing had ever left her more confused, not even her father’s death which happened when she was twelve and on the day he was supposed to drive her to a boarding house where she newly got admitted.

In other to cure her confusion she became a regular visitor at the boys quarter and learn the stranger was a friend to the chauffeur and he lived in Lagos, and she also discovered how powerful and satisfying the object between his thighs were when it took her innocence and made her cry every time it entered her.

A month later she learn she was pregnant through her best friend and classmate, Esosa, in senior secondary school form six. Esosa was much experienced in such things as she was a notorious flirt with boys, and nosey as well. Her assumptions about people always turn out right, and when Esosa dragged her to a corner and let her know her suspicion Kemute had no need for a doctor to confirm it.

For fear of being sent back to her widowed mother in Warri and the thought of her actions making her overtly righteous mother the laughing stock in the neighbourhood, she had called TJ with the number he left her with before he left Benin and traveled back to his base in Lagos. The rest is history.

History of sleeping in a shanty house by the sea with a man who hadn’t paid her bride price but was quick to tell his seaside neighbours she was his wife. A history of losing the pregnancy that had forced her to run away from Benin. A history of poverty, sex, poverty, sex, poverty, struggles, sex, sex, and three more miscarriages.

Two nights ago she had come to her senses and asked TJ to help her with some cash from his hustling as an agbero, motor park tout, at CMS bus-stop , so that she could travel back to Benin to make peace with her family, but he had sternly refused her request.

‘No way, if your people value you, make them come Lagos come find you, dead or alive’ to which he hissed and walked away.

She had cried herself to sleep that night, and cried herself to sleep the following night at some minutes after two in the midnight. Not long into her sleep someone had tapped her and she opened her eyes to see her father extending his hand towards her smiling. She was about screaming when he made a sign to her to keep quiet.

‘Kemute, come let me teach what I never had the chance to teach you many years ago’

He held her hands and walked her to the beach while her neighbours were sound asleep, and dived into the water swimming it effortlessly. Then he beckoned on her to do the same, and she had followed suit but kept losing her balance. He showed her how to stay stable and afloat on water. She really missed growing up without him and she giggled like a twelve year old again thoroughly enjoying his company. Then he swam towards the bank and told her to do the same, but she swarm backwards instead.

‘Kemute’ she loved the way he called her fondly, ‘forward I said’

‘That is what I am doing daddy’

‘But you are going backward my girl, hold my hands’ he said with a concerned look and stretched his right hand towards her. She tried to reach out for it as the current pulled her further.

At that instant, she opened her eyes and discovered she had been dreaming but it turned out her dream was partially a reality. It dawned on her that it wasn’t her father but a surge from the ocean that had visited her home and her neighbours and was pulling them along to their own death in the depth of the sea.

They fought for their lives holding on to different supports within their reach screaming for help but their cry was muffled by the water that kept entering their mouths and nostrils, and then she watched three of her neighbours either let go off their support or the support got weakened let go of them, and they disappeared into the abyss of the raging sea. 

... to be continued .

Credit: 

Starring: @aninoritse as EJIRO; @RealBobbyBlaise as Chika's brother; @PinkLipsChic as Chika (Client-friend); @_tedla as TJ; @juiceegirl1as Kemute

Guest Starring: @AbangMercy as herself

Crew: Graphics Designer - @Naughtinez; Photo Concept - @Dinnovatorsmind; Story/Concept - @thenaijaseer

Photo Credits: http://premiumtimesng.com, http://www.thisdaylive.com

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