ENAMOURED.....

                                            

 The party was a raucous one with loads to eat and drink. I usually enjoyed clubbing but this was on another level. In keeping with my lavish style, Lamide did not skimp in any way. With my golden yellow dress coupled with the ocean of drink I had downed, I felt like a gold fish swimming in a bowl of vodka, dancing and waving its tail like you would not believe it. The DJ certainly knew his onions and was reeling out the kind of songs that made me stamp, stomp and sweat until I was breathless. I was higher than a stoned kite, flying on heady heights, and riding on the wings of marijuana puffs.  This was the life. I did not want to leave, would have wanted to groove all night but finally it was time to go.

I was dropped off in front of my house and as I was fumbling with the bolt of the gate, Davidson opened it for me. I barely returned the greeting he gave me. Looking through him, I walked past, carrying my high stilettos in my hands. Walking barefoot is something I would never ordinarily do but there was no need to “form” for this guy (Forming was something I did so naturally and so consistently that these days I couldn’t even differentiate between pretense and reality). He was not in my league in anyway. The brother was from a world where things were dull and grey while in my world, things were brightly hued in the colours of the rainbow. In comparison to the stormy seas and sky diving aspects of life from which I get my high, the brother was placid waters and a monotonous carousel ride. He was a dove, I was a peacock.

Davidson was a guy who had just moved into the neighbourhood, the flat adjoining mine to be precise. To be honest he was quite good looking but way too religious for my liking. Life was too short for me to kill myself with boredom, mi o le dull ara mi o. Furthermore, he was a bit irritating, if I did not know better I would have sworn he was trying to get fresh with me. Always nice and all over me like a rash, he was eternally trying to help carry my groceries and all. I found the attention cloying and offensive. Puhleeeez!

As I walked into my flat, PHCN, the Prince of darkness waved its wand and everywhere went dark. I wondered when someone would tell the people in power that cutting off power supply in a developing nation is like cutting off the placenta of a growing foetus. The baby dies! This is exactly the reason why the growth of our economy was stunted. However, I will leave this to the economists and so called leaders of this nation while I concentrate on partying and grooving. I do not have a problem so long as I have enough cash to keep fueling up.

I went to put on my generator only to discover that there was not a drop of fuel left. Caught up in the rush for Lamide’s party I had forgotten to buy some and my rechargeable torches were also flat. I had made it a point of duty not to buy candles after I had a heart stopping incident where I nearly burnt my apartment down during my youth service year. The whole flat was stygian dark.

Contrary to people’s popular belief, I was not really a soaring eagle but a pigeon with clipped wings. I had learnt over the years to put up a façade and tried to bury my issues beneath tons of crazy fun, alcohol and drugs.  Nevertheless, they wouldn’t stay dead; they haunted and tortured my soul so much that I rarely ever slept at night. Most nights, no matter how stoned or sloshed with alcohol I was, insomnia still came visiting.

On a night like this, with the thick river of darkness drowning me, I fell apart. The fever of loneliness heated me up until I became delirious. The chills of despondency made me shiver. In my delirium, the demons of unpaid bills, unrealized marketing targets, low self esteem, endless romantic disappointments and financial stress tortured me with heated forks. Their flaming prongs burnt and charred my mind until I could take it no more. I ran into the bathroom where I heaved, retched and almost vomited my innards out. Taking unsteady steps into the living I collapsed into a heap on the floor with a cry of utter exhaustion and an exclamation of Jesus.

Someone knocked on the door timidly at first then more firmly. "Who is that?" I inquired weakly.

“It is I, Davidson. I heard you cry. Please open the door” the rapping continued.

I would rather be alone right now; however, he was quite stubborn and wisdom told me that I might need some help. Since he was not the kind of guy that would barge in unless I opened the door for him, I somehow managed to do that. As he crossed the threshold I fainted into his arms. I was carried to the bed where he tucked me in, gave me some paracetamol when I came to and tepid sponged my face.

“You must be very hungry” He said in an inquiring tone. He was actually right, though I had stuffed myself at the party, the vomiting had weakened me. I nodded in acquiescence.

He brought out his cell phone and made a call, “Gabriel, kindly come to the next flat and bring some fuel with you.”

A few moments later, a middle aged man came into my flat. He was instructed to put on my generator and rustle up something for me to eat.

“I did not know you had a steward” I said stunned beyond belief.

“How would you when you always rejected my friendly gestures.” he responded.

Lights came on in my flat and a few minutes later, I was served the most delicious chicken pepper soup I had ever eaten in my life with freshly squeezed chilled orange juice. I had not felt good like this in ages without some form of drugs or booze.

“Sandra, you need to get some sleep” he said. He tucked me into bed and drew up the sheets. Without any fear of being violated, I drifted into the dreamy world of sleep, with the aid of Frank Edwards’ “Amam ni ino ya (I know you are there)” playing softly from his phone. Last thing that occurred to me was that this dude gives sleep to his beloved.

As the golden fingers of the sun timidly parted my curtains, I woke up. I looked at my bedside clock and realised it was 10:30am. I felt as fresh as a daisy and well rested. My gaze finally rested on his face and I was amazed to see that he watched over me all night long. Aside from his red rimmed eyes, he still looked unsullied by the happenings of a stressful night.  I began to ask myself who this guy really was. Apparently he did not sleep nor slumber during the night because of me.

As the rays of the sun started getting harsh, he quickly got up and fastened my curtains so that they would not strike my face.

That morning we talked and talked without end.  It was a cathartic session for me. He was a dry sponge that tirelessly soaked up the dirty water of my past. Even when I told him things that would have made the ears curl, one would think I just narrated how I took a stroll in a park.  Afterwards, I felt feather light as if all my burdens had been placed on the shoulders of a man who was more awesome than Atlas. I was absolutely enchanted!

These days we are always together, you will see us walking down the street, in restaurants, at movie houses, and everywhere. Yes, you guessed right. We are dating!

THERE IS A FRIEND WHO STICKS CLOSER THAN A BROTHER…..

 © 2013 Ekpo Ezechinyere

ENSNARED..

The serpent was the craftiest of all the creatures the Lord God had made. So the serpent came to the woman. “Really?” he asked. Did God ask you not to eat of every tree in the garden?

The tinted lights flashed on and off like an erratic rainbow and stroboscopes juggled balls of colours with the ease of accomplished circus clowns. Bathed in the spectrum of hues and listening to Iyanya belt out “Kukere” from the speakers, I felt as out of place as a fish on a ship deck.  The question that tortured my mind was; "what am I doing in a night club?" I knew the answer. Being in the club that night, aglow with the warmth of alcohol in my system, made me feel like a geyser letting off steam, albeit temporarily.

And I had a lot of steam to let off!

...A painter by passion, my talent was almost becoming vestigial; seeing paintings in my dreams but not having the luxury of expressing them, being afraid to leave a job that paid well, even though it did not fire my passion. Initially, my main worry was how I would feed my family if I left to pursue my dreams but I managed to build a nest egg, at least by my standards. Unfortunately, my wife would not hear of resigning from my job. She was concerned about what would happen in the absence of the freebies I got from my job. She felt the sacrifices would be too much if I decided to start painting full time since it would take a while before I got my footing. Every day, I saw my dreams slipping away, down the drain of time while frustration constantly gnawed on my soul.

In the last few months, I had been strained to breaking point, swinging on the trapeze of life like an inexperienced acrobat. Caught in a monotonous battle of everyday living, I was perpetually exhausted and drained. I lived in the Sango Otta metropolis of Lagos, Nigeria and worked in Ajah hence, a huge part of my day was spent commuting. The pressure of deadlines and targets also had a stranglehold on me, so much that I rarely got to see my family. My Sundays were not sacrosanct anymore and the weekends I did not go to work, I slept like a drugged koala. This meant that I had not been to church, prayed or read my bible in ages. Utterly incredible since fellowship was the main tonic of my life. Furthermore, my job entailed a lot of traveling which was why I found myself in the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja, in a nightclub. More astounding was the fact that I even nursed a can of Smirnoff (I was cajoled into drinking with the justification that the alcohol content was pretty low therefore no big deal) considering that before then, I was an absolute teetotaler.

Banji, my marketing partner, almost needed the help of wild horses to drag me to the club that night. He was about my best buddy which was strange because he was not reverential of Godly matters in the least. I would bet he is an atheist, though he says he is an agnostic. However, I loved his mind! The brother’s knowledge was all-embracing! He was about the only person I could discuss football, wrestling, movies, cartoons, books and superheroes forever with. I found most of my "churchy" brothers a bit stifling and boring.  Banji badgered me until I could not resist anymore, on the premise that I needed to “flex” and loosen up with the amount of pressure I was under. Since there was really nothing to do and the day had been hectic, I decided to let off some steam by doing something I wouldn't normally do.  The resolve was that I would only go, see, and get back to my room unconquered.

Truth was, Banji did not even have the foggiest idea about the kind of pressure I had been under on the home front.  The Black Scorpion shelling of the Biafrans was nothing compared to the shellacking I had been getting from my wife. Nkechi would have won a gold medal for Nigeria if there was a nagging Olympics. King Solomon’s saying that it is better to live in a corner of the housetop than in a house shared with a quarrelsome woman did not come close to what I experienced. In all fairness, my wife had been a wonderful woman and I loved her with all my heart but she changed. After our first baby, we got careless and had our daughter just a year after. This coupled with my wife’s job as a branch manager in one of Nigeria’s famous banks was too much for her and she somewhat came apart at the seams. Unfortunately, we could not get a house help. Most of the ones available were in the age range of six and eight hence we refused to employ. We figured that assisting in running a household would be crushing load for such wee ones. 

Most disconcerting of all was the fact that I was starved. Nkechi was usually too tired and in some instances she inquired from me whether my conjugal right was food. Thing is, no woman can ever understand how primal, raw and visceral a man’s need is! It is all consuming in an incomprehensible way!

"Now the serpent was more subtle and crafty than any living creature of the field which the Lord God had made. And he [Satan] said to the woman, Can it really be that God has said, you shall not eat from every tree of the garden?"

I was quaffing my fifth can when she walked in. Time froze and the world stood still. She moved with the kind of grace that made a duiker seem ponderous. Chimes of music heard only in the chambers of the heart followed sashaying steps encased in stiletto heels. Fairer than the sun, her legs reached up to heaven. Hair was low and tinted with ginger; a gold dress that seemed to have come with her into the world adorned her body. The tattoo of a butterfly poised for flight clung to her left deltoid, a gold chain hugged her left ankle and her fingernails were manicured to kingdom come. A mole decorated her upper lip; her contacts were a smoky mix of sapphire and emerald (the depths of the sea and the life of the forest) and her golden earrings were large hoops of delight. With all that 

gold, I wondered if she was Midas daughter come to life in our age.

She sat beside me and ordered some vodka which she tossed down with aplomb and asked for a refill. I took a closer look at her. She was a blend of Kate Winslet’s intensity, Cate Blanchett’s gaiety, Cameron Diaz’s bewitching dimpled smile and spoke with the clipped accent Funlola Aofiyebi used in “Figurine”. Unconsciously, I swallowed and the particles of my blood raced like heated electrons.

She made small conversation with some of the people there about the current happenings in the world. I was not a sapiosexual but intelligence in a beautiful woman was something that got me any day.

Normally, I would have minded my business or stopped at the admiration level but I guess the amount of beer I had consumed made me light headed and gutsy.

I got up with my drink and struck up conversation.

“Hello? Udoh is the name", I said, stretching out my hand.

She gave me a quizzical look and accepted my hand reluctantly.

“The gathering of the Olympians is not complete tonight” I continued, settling into a seat opposite her.

At this she burst out laughing, “You are funny, no one has ever called me a goddess before”.

“There is always a first time……….”

“Name is Pearl”, she said.

“Hmm, considering your natural iridescence, your parents were right on the money. I can also 

almost wager the world is your oyster seeing how cosmopolitan you are.”

“Well, I have traveled a bit”, she said, reeling out some of the countries she had been to.

“Just a bit?" I queried. I can see modesty sits well on you like that beautiful gown that clothes you.”

So our banter continued. We were on an intellectual court where we played with balls of words, she was Rafael Nadal and I was Roger Federer.

We discussed the intricacies of "Lord of the Rings" and "Game of Thrones". She was the only person I had met in recent times who had read M.M Kaye’s "The Far Pavilions".

By this time, the alarm bells in my head were blaring more loudly than Spider-man in the presence of danger but I was enjoying myself too much and too tipsy to pay heed.

“I have to leave, she finally said. Thanks for everything.”

“I am the honoured one. I have not had such a roaring time in a long time. Let me have the pleasure of seeing you off.”

I saw her off to her car having it in mind to say bye, without collecting her number and ultimately mark her off as a pleasant memory on an unusual day.

And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat...

She got into her glistening BMW sports car and shut her door.  As I leaned over to say bye for the last time she drew me close and kissed me. The kiss was an ocean of flavours, honey, strawberry, vanilla and more exotic ones. I drowned! The citrus fragrance of her perfume swept me into an imaginary orange orchard dappled with generously scattered golden coins of sunlight.

“Why don’t you come know ma place?” she inquired.

Like I was in a trance, I opened her passenger door. As I entered, I saw Banji give me thumbs up sign, followed with a wink, his eyes filled with mocking mirth.

With a regret filled heart, I knew I would never be able to preach to my friend again but somehow I was past caring. I got in and she drove away with maniacal speed, the car screeching like an agonized demon.

I had crossed the Rubicon!!!

Our story had continued from that day on. I could not deliver myself from that body of carnality. Deep within I knew it was wrong but I enjoyed it too much to let go, coupled with the fact that she was the nicest person I ever met and was extremely sweet and sensitive. When I was with her, my stress level was considerably decreased. I became an expert at telling lies, conjuring up fictitious meetings that made me travel to Abuja.

And I will put enmity between thee and the woman…

                                  

        

“I am pregnant!” She announced.

The words were grenade shrapnel that shattered the core of my being.

I could not ask her how because it would be superfluous. The first day I went to her house, I did not use any kind of caution since I was not the type that played around I did not go about with condoms and for some reason she was careless too.

“Udoh, did you hear me at all?”

I suddenly felt very tired. “Yes, I did. Sit down, please. We need to talk".

I quietly explained to her that I would have to tell my wife but I was ready to take the baby and offer her all the support I could.

Her transformation was wrathful. It was like seeing Beauty become the Beast. She threw a hellish tantrum, broke up her T.V set and other valuable glassware. Her vituperation could not be captured by these pages because they would have burned. Pearl called me all kind of names, said she thought I would marry her since Nkechi did not make me happy and that I should go back to my miserable frigid wife.

Trembling, I fled out of the room.

“Because you ate from the tree, that I commanded you not to eat from, ‘the very ground is cursed because of you; getting food from the ground will be as painful, you’ll be working in pain all your life long. The ground will sprout thorns and weeds, you’ll get your food the hard way, Planting and tilling and harvesting, sweating in the fields from dawn to dusk, until you return to that ground yourself, dead and buried; you started out as dirt, you’ll end up dirt.”

The Heavens decanted tears! It rained and poured hard.

The black livery of the mourners made mockery of the merriment of numerous multi-coloured umbrellas. The sobs and weeping of the throng around me was a sure sign that I was in hell.

The coffin had already been lowered into the freshly dug grave and it was time for me to shovel sand into the pit.

As I handled the shovel, I spiraled into the darkness of the past. I still see the way my wife collapsed when I told her the news. A fall she would never wake up from. Autopsy revealed, she had a sub-arachnoid haemorrhage, since our first child she had been hypertensive and was placed on drugs. She was not medication compliant even though I spoke until I was blue in the face. The shock of the news raised her blood pressure terribly and she bled into the brain.

The whole drama affected my work and my Key Performance Indicator so much that when my company laid off staff, I was affected.

Now I have no job, no wife and two kids to cater for  My case is worse than ever now!

And the Lord God made clothing from animal skins for Adam……

As I visit the cemetery today, the scoured wasteland of my heart condensed into tears that pour in similitude to the falling rain and drip into the sand.

I ask God for forgiveness once again like I have done a trillion 
times since my downfall. A squall out of nowhere blows through the trees of the cemetery and in the soughing of the wind,i hear the whispers of grace. His voice says the days ahead will be dark, hard and long but nothing would ever separate me from His love…..

"But the man who commits adultery is an utter fool, for he destroys himself" 
© 2013 Ekpo Ezechinyere.