tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66746114933373080752024-03-13T09:05:03.552-07:00When Words SpeakMochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-57550782972486712812014-03-17T05:27:00.000-07:002014-03-17T05:31:50.626-07:00Newness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">I remember that word…newness…it was part of our special language. We would use words to communicate, whether or not they were real words - and we would perfectly understand each other.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">*smile*</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Its crazy that you could meet someone and in an hour forget everything about them but still remember the most innocuous detail about someone you saw last 7 years ago.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Such is the complexity and simplicity of attachment. Ironic.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">We build and maintain attachments to things, situations and people in varying strengths and degrees. We often think that these attachments are beyond us…that we can't help ourselves…but i have learned - "we are the architects of our own (mis)fortunes".</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">I love twitter for that gem.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Its difficult to let go of something or someone you think you have a strong attachment to.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Truth is though: everything can be let go of.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Being on the precipice of newness is scary. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Leaving that job, leaving for another job in another state/country, leaving that relationship, ending that friendship, leaving that religion, starting that business, losing that weight, growing out natural hair, growing that beard (#teamgoattee :D ) settling down with that good man or good woman…taking that chance…that risk.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">It really all has to do with our comfort zones at the end of the day, and our <b><i>conviction of purpose</i></b>.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">In my opinion its this conviction of purpose, unwavering and unrelenting pursuit of fulfillment in goals and achievement, that takes us into actualization.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">That makes our dreams come true.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Leaving that warm comfy spot underneath the toasty warm duvet when you know for certain the room is icy cold but you NEED to get your socks and onesie!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">(We all can relate, not just winter cos harmattan has muscles!)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">But the truth is, you have to leave that bed to get your warm knobbly socks. You have to bear/brave that cold just for sometime until you can get to what would most assuredly be the newness of your onesie stuffed at the bottom of your warm clothes drawer (or did I leave them in my fresh laundry pile?? or are they still in the dryer?? *groan*)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Nevertheless, the warmth will come again. With God's Grace and help everyday, one step at a time.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">It always does. </span></div>
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Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-50917287079029445902012-09-17T05:11:00.002-07:002012-09-17T05:11:41.330-07:00Auld Lang Syne<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She stretched languorously as she woke up a bit more with each second.<br />
This bed was amazing.<br /> </div>
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A memory flashed in her mind, lips close to her ear “<i>you’ll love my bed</i>” he’d said.<br />
She smiled, he hadn’t lied.</div>
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She slowly shifted her body around a bit more, her eyes still
closed…the sheets felt so good against her bare skin…so good she briefly
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Briefly.</div>
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She popped one eye open & looked at her left wrist, the luminous dial on her watch told her it was 5.08am.<br />
<i>Good </i>she thought, <i>it’s still dark enough outside</i>.</div>
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She rolled onto her side & sat up, legs swinging over the side of
the bed to place her feet on the plush carpeting, at the same time
rolling her shoulders & neck a little…she smiled again as she
massaged her breasts gently…she didn’t mind the soreness, it was a
welcome consequence.<br />
She looked behind her, he was still asleep.</div>
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Such a beautiful man.</div>
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His eyelashes were so full & long especially for a guy. He lay on
his back, one arm thrown over his forehead and the other at his side
with his hand splayed over his belly button area, mouth slightly open.
His wide chest rose & fell as he breathed, emphasizing his taut
stomach and the ‘v’ of his hips. His legs were spread a little, left leg
turned out at the knee so his cock lay thick on his left thigh. His
dark skin glistened in the glow of the muted TV.<br />
She narrowed her eyes…licking her lips subconsciously.</div>
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Such a beautiful man.</div>
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She got up and stretched fully, going on her tippy toes, arms
reaching towards the ceiling…she heard the pops & cracks reminding
her how long it’d been since she’d done the things she’d done last night
they way she’d done them. She grinned as she padded softly towards
where her thong lay barely noticeable by the bottom of the drapes, as
she turned them out & put them on, she scanned the room for the rest
of her clothes.</div>
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Shoes by the door.<br />
Skirt on the floor half under the reading desk.<br />
Sparkly top glittering from the floor beside the bed.<br />
Bra…now where was her bra?</div>
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She looked at her watch again, 5.15am.<br />
She had to be out of there in the next 5mins, the bra would just have to wait.<br />
She put all her clothes on quickly & quietly, watching the bed to make sure he wouldn’t wake…hoping he wouldn’t wake.<br />
She disconnected her blackberry from the charger by his side of the bed,
he must’ve plugged it in because she couldn’t for the life of her
remember doing that.<br />
She picked up her shoes and purse heading for the door. She stopped.<br />
Glanced back at him.</div>
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Such a beautiful man.</div>
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She opened the door carefully, resisting the urge to go back and kiss him, shutting it carefully behind her.<br />
The house was quiet. Thankfully. It meant the housekeeper had not resumed for the day.<br />
She went through the kitchen out the back door, walking quickly to the security post.<br />
“Sunday!” she whispered loudly, knocking on the door “Sunday!!!”<br />
“Aunty!” he answered<br />
“Oya abeg come open gate for me”<br />
“Ok Aunty”<br />
She walked back to her car turning it on as Sunday opened the gates.<br />
She pulled out and turned onto the street, reaching into her purse for her phone.<br />
She unlocked her blackberry.<br />
Time to return those missed calls.</div>
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“Hello” he answered groggily in a sleep amplified baritone on the 5th ring<br />
“Hey baby” she said softly with a smile in her voice “happy new year again”<br />
‘Hey honey” he said warmly “na wa for you o, I don call you tire”<br />
“No vex” she purred “didn’t hear my phone over the music”<br />
“So how did Terwase take the surprise?”<br />
She laughed a little “Omo! E remain small make her eye comot! She didn’t
see it coming at aaaaaaaall, least of all on New Year’s Eve”<br />
“I can imagine” He chuckled “Ngwa where are you?”<br />
“Just driving from hers to yours now”<br />
“Ok then, come tell me all about it”<br />
She groaned “Ehn, I have to crash first then I’ll give you the gist later”<br />
“No wahala”<br />
“Alright baby, see you in a bit”<br />
“Drive safe” he replied and hung up.</div>
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She started to put her phone away when it beeped.<br />
Message alert.<br />
She touched her screen to open up her bbm, eyes darting between the road and her phone.<br />
“<em>when did you leave?</em>”<br />
She smiled typing quickly with one hand as she slowed down in the “Exact Fare” lane to pay at the toll gate.<br />
“<em>not long ago. Didn’t wanna wake u. sleeping like a baby</em>”<br />
“<em>babies don’t do the things we did</em>”<br />
She laughed out loud<br />
“<em>no…they certainly don’t</em>”<br />
“<em>that was fun though…as it has been every year…so same next NYE?</em>”<br />
“<em>yes you sexy man…till next NYE :* …have a safe trip back, ping me when you land?</em>”<br />
“<em>sure thing babe…I can still taste you</em>”<br />
“<em>u shud!…u had ur tongue practically grazing my kidneys last nyt!</em>”<br />
“<em>lmao! I did didn’t I?</em> <img alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" src="https://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" /> ”<br />
“<em>*eyeroll* Bye K</em>“<br />
“<em>Lol bye babes</em>“</div>
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She smiled as she accelerated out of the gate towards her boyfriend’s house.</div>
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Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-48570719317340883692010-12-04T10:34:00.000-08:002010-12-04T10:34:36.528-08:00Sweetchixxx<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">She pulled at the shoulders of the top she had on.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">She felt uncomfortable…awkward in fact. ‘Did it show?’ she wondered halfheartedly…her mind more on what was to come…what she’d been putting off but knew she’d have to deal with eventually…well…”eventually” was NOW…or at least any minute now.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">She was oblivious to the looks she was getting…she’d been steadily sipping her water (of course with the lemon slices…you canNOT forget the lemon slices!) …her throat felt so dry though…’Nerves’ she thought to herself ‘definitely nerves’</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Almost every eye in the place watched Chioma raise her water glass to her lips to take another sip…which after a couple of seconds turned into a long drink…her eyes shut so she didn’t see the men lean forward almost imperceptibly as her head tilted back slowly as the water went down, exposing her smooth elegant neck …she stopped halfway, putting her glass down, the pink wet tip of her tongue coming out to catch the lingering drops of water at the left side of her mouth.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">The lady at the table to the left poked her date in the arm to get him to put his eyes back in his head, eyeing him dirtily as she picked up her fork to keep eating her fried rice.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">That got Chioma’s attention and she almost choked on the last of the water in her mouth at the thought that Mr-table-on-the-left had just earned himself a possibly EXPENSIVE placatory trip to The Palms ‘well O.Y.O perv’ she snorted under her breath.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Her mood descended again as the nerves returned…how…when…what was she supposed to say to him eh? She bit her lip worriedly.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">She’d chosen this restaurant because they made his favourite soup, Ofe Onugbu, very well with the extra soft okporoko…just the way he liked it…ENOUGH dried fish! Yeah, this was a good idea…one or 2 beers would mean he would be nice and mellow. She’d never met a Yoruba boy that liked Onugbu soup like Tunde. She shook her head.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">How would she start?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">‘Emmm Tunde, umm you know we’ve been cool for a while now right?’</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Or</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">‘Tunde…you’re very special to me…that’s why I didn’t want to do this over the phone’ hmmm…he’d see that one coming a mile off.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">She uncrossed her legs absentmindedly and all the men in the restaurant, that had been watching this bosomy petite fresh café au lait skinned lady, held their breath as she recrossed her supple smooth legs so that her skirt rode up by another 8<sup>th</sup> of an inch. Yes, Mr-aristo-in-the-corner sitting with Miss-34”Brazilian hair was counting.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Chioma had no clue.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">As she took a deep breath, her chest moved eye-catchingly and Mr-fish-pepper-soup-and-stout by the door choked a little bit.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“<b><span style="color: red;">PING</span></b>”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt;">D </span>“T, where you @?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: 9.0pt;">T-Money is typing a message<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt;">D</span> “be there in 5”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt;">D</span> “u ordered?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt;">D</span><span style="font-size: 8.0pt;"> </span>“want my nosh ready and waiting”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-size: 9.0pt;">Sweet Chixxx is typing a message<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt;">D </span>“dude. <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">K</span></span> like seriously. r u TREKKING here??”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -.5in;"><i><span style="font-size: 9.0pt;">T-Money is typing a message<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -.5in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt;">D</span> “Kiss My Ass”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 9.0pt;">Sweet Chixxx is typing a message<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">D </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">“Ode”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 9.0pt;">T-Money is typing a message<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 7.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">D</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> “don’t cream your panties. Jst drivin in now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>c u in a bit”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Chioma snorted and put her phone down.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">The butterflies in her lower belly decided to scatter at that moment. It was real…it was about to go down.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Ewo.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">She knew when he walked in without even looking up.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">The air in the room changed somewhat...became more…<i>electric.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">She looked up to see Tunde walk across the restaurant to the table somewhat in the corner that she’d chosen…to give them <i>some </i>measure of privacy.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Gosh he looked good though she thought eyeing him up as he got closer.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Dark skinned…broad enough to hint at some rugby somewhere in his past…his suit jacket hugged his shoulders and chest enough to fit without straining to look too tight.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">He had on a peach shirt that looked extra yummy against his dark skin, his rust green tie accentuating it perfectly….as he got real close she noticed his suit was actually chocolate…yeah…he looked like chocolate.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">The famous pink tip of her tongue came out again to wet her lips as her gaze travelled downwards…oh my word….she thought…he’s so….</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“hey sweetcheeks” he flashed his white teeth in his dark face “wey my nosh?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“I resemble waitress?? See trouble” she side eyed him</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“sharrap joo and hug your man” he teased as he took her hand and pulled her up from her seat and took her in his arms “how u doin babygirl”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Chioma was in 4inch heels but she still had to stretch a little…well, being “petite” she was kinda used to it…”I’m gooooooood” she purred as she snuggled into his warmth…wafting of A&F ‘Fierce’…she wanted to climb into his shirt with him and curl up there for a minute…mmmmm…but she remembered where she was especially when she started to feel his hands creeping down towards her….</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Tunde!”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">He chuckled “well a man can only restrain himself so much when confronted with that” he gestured at what had 70% of the restaurant openly gawking at her as he took off his jacket “abeg put this on the back of your seat” she took it from him and did so as she laughed</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“whatEVER. Its my <i>inheritance</i>!” She said sitting down, smoothing her skirt as she did</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Tunde gagged on the drink of water he was taking “Inheritance ke?? O ti o! this one is PROPER heirloom”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">They laughed together.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Wey my nosh ooooo!” he asked as he rolled up his sleeves and almost as if the waiters heard him, the food came.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">They settled down to eat, talking about the day they had both had up until lunch. Possible meetings, deals made…funny incidents and because they worked in the same industry they caught up on what was new as they usually did.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Tunde had his first beer.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">They moved on to more risqué topics.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Who was sleeping with whom and what they stood to gain from their dalliance. Chioma filled him in on the juicy scandal that was making the rounds in her company about the E.D’s wife who was shagging one of the team leads. A much younger man no less! In fact she was all set to fly him to Paris for a romantic getaway.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Choi! Dis tin wey suppose be under-g don waka go everywhere now” Tunde shook his head “I sure say na the guy dey make mouth”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Before nko, guys! Una too dey yan” Chioma scoffed as she reached over to steal a piece of stock fish from his plate.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Ah-ahn! See this woman o! You dey find trouble!” Tunde ‘mean mugged’ her…she looked at him unimpressed “you don’t scare me. Ooh I’m shaking!” she mocked</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">He looked at her slyly “I remember you were, just this weekend…you could barely walk to your car”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">She blushed furiously “oh…my…I didn’t see that coming…this guy…stop it joo” she gulped some water quickly.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Tunde half smiled at her with a strange look on his face and raised his hand to signal the waiter to bring his 2<sup>nd</sup> beer.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">‘How do I start this?’ Chioma thought knowing the time had come to say it…t’was now or never.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">“Em…” she cleared her throat “Tunde…I have something to tell you” she picked up a tissue and started to fold it over and over</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">He raised one eyebrow “oh? Must be serious…for your O.C.D to show up” he nodded towards the growing pile of neatly folded tissues in front of her “Ki lo n sele?” he asked as he leaned back</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chioma put her hands in her lap, suddenly really nervous “we’ve been good friends for a while now right? I mean, we’ve had an awesome time 7months together right? Right?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Tunde looked amused “‘Been’? ‘Had’? Is it over?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Chioma wrung her hands “I’m getting married” she blurted.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Tunde stopped smiling.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-4568755346611157232010-10-17T09:37:00.001-07:002010-10-17T09:37:10.319-07:00The Business Of Being<div class="MsoNormal"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Come with me</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let me give you a glimpse of my inner workings, my psyche</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shed light on or possibly dissuade your suspicions</div><div class="MsoNormal">Confirm your assumptions and definitely give you new perceptions</div><div class="MsoNormal">Of what is me, as opposed to what I seem to be</div><div class="MsoNormal">What, to me, is the business of being</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let me show you how my mind works</div><div class="MsoNormal">Its little nuances, its peculiar quirks</div><div class="MsoNormal">How what may be imperative to others </div><div class="MsoNormal">Could very well be of no consequence to me, how I don’t bother</div><div class="MsoNormal">With certain social rules & directions</div><div class="MsoNormal">So that the last thing I worry about is falsity and affectation</div><div class="MsoNormal">How it is not unusual for me</div><div class="MsoNormal">To keep my own company</div><div class="MsoNormal">For hours on end:</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am my very good friend</div><div class="MsoNormal">I talk to me, visit with me</div><div class="MsoNormal">Its quite natural you see</div><div class="MsoNormal">Because it’s just the business of being</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I have no qualms with regards to people’s personalities</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am of the strong conviction that one should just let people be</div><div class="MsoNormal">But if at any point they cross me</div><div class="MsoNormal">I point this out quickly</div><div class="MsoNormal">And then we all go back to the business of being</div><div class="MsoNormal">This is my expectation</div><div class="MsoNormal">I ask you not to wallow in your frustration</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you feel the need to draw my attention</div><div class="MsoNormal">To a possible offense, a point I may gave caused friction</div><div class="MsoNormal">Please by all means do</div><div class="MsoNormal">So I can apologize to you</div><div class="MsoNormal">And like a hole in the road somewhere</div><div class="MsoNormal">I know to avoid this with you whenever I find myself there</div><div class="MsoNormal">As where you may have the gift of telepathy</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sadly I’m not as blessed you see</div><div class="MsoNormal">So tell me & I’ll tell you too</div><div class="MsoNormal">This to me is the business of being</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-16892353638541104682010-04-12T18:58:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:58:24.104-07:00BRBHi everyone.<br />
I apologise that nothing new has gone up. Been swamped with coursework so I haven't really had more than a tweet-minute to write.<br />
I'll be back shortly. But in the meantime I'll put up some old stories for people who have only now begun to read my work.<br />
Thanks for stopping by.<br />
See you real real soon.<br />
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Mocha xoxoMochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-71611314310943130082010-03-26T12:11:00.000-07:002010-03-26T12:11:00.247-07:00'I Used To Love Her' Part II<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em><strong><span style="color: #666600;">3years later.</span></strong></em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong><em>**I’m on tonight/you know my hips don't lie/**</em></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“hello?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“hey!”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“who’s this?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“ah-ah! You don forget now now??”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Excuse me?? I don't think YOU called MY phone to play 20 questions? So who’s this??”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“You neva change!.....f.i.r.e.c.a.t...”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“oooooooh!!! Osa???!! Oh my goodness!! How you dey?????!!!”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Now you’re talking!!! That's more like the reaction I expected, silly girl...” deep familiar laugh ”how’ve you been babygirl?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“I’ve been real good!! Its SOOOOOOOOOO good to hear from you!! I hear say you don marry!”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Nah babe, not married yet, about to though”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Lucy I hope? Cos that girl don suffer for your hand no be small tin!”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Yeye girl” deep laugh again “na Lucy o, shebi I tell you say na she be my number one”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“yeah yeah...you get luck, or else her papa for find you then feed you your balls with fries”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He laughed a rumbling belly laugh for a moment “Yes o! I no fit take ex-governor pikin play”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“So bruv, you in town? E don tey! It’s been a while! We need to catch up seriously, I have MAJOR gist for you!”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“F.i.re.c.a.t!! You haven't changed! No wahala. I’m going to be at yours later to see mum & dad to give them their IV to the wedding personally. I just flew in from Abuja, still at the airport actually. I’ll call you after I’ve located the driver ok?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Big BOI!! Na driver levels we dey now??” Tana teased laughing “No wahala. Holla at your girl when you’re settled. Its good to hear from you...for real...”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“I’ve missed you fire cat...I’ll call you in a few ok?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Aiight, laters”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong><em>**click**</em></strong></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong><em>*************************************************************************************</em></strong><br />
Osa came by the house like he’d said.<br />
As he laughed and talked with her mum & dad, Tana looked him over discreetly.<br />
He had become an even more delicious man.<br />
Abuja really agreed with him. He had gone into business for himself, using his father-in-law-to-be’s connections to make his own.<br />
He was making some real good money too.<br />
He smelt of and looked like good money.<br />
But he was still the same Osa; joking and teasing Tana to within an inch of her life when they were finally alone together.<br />
Tana herself had become a most desirable young woman...she’d just finished uni and was waiting to be called up for NYSC.<br />
She had lost all her puppy fat...except where it mattered...in her hips, breasts, thighs...ass...<br />
Osa could barely take his eyes off her.<br />
“Ah-ah! This babe! You wan kill pesin??? How am I supposed to take you anywhere?? Looking like THAT??!” he teased her</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana laughed and playfully swatted his arm “You no well...you better hook me up with one of your hot boys o! I’m marriage material now...” she smirked<br />
Osa grunted “Who? Those foolish boys I call friends? No way! We’ll find you a nice young ex-priest who just dropped out of the seminary!”<br />
Tana doubled up laughing “Abeg! No kill me with laugh!”<br />
It was like no time had passed as they caught up on each other’s lives.<br />
After dinner, Osa said goodbye to her parents and Tana walked him to his car.<br />
“I’m going back to Abuja on Sunday evening; I only came to hand deliver mum & dad’s & a few other IVs”<br />
“No wahala” Tana replied linking her arm in his as they walked, she leaned in and sniffed at his jacket encased arm “mmmm...you smell real good”<br />
Osa smiled amused “you mean you still go around smelling people??”<br />
Tana laughed and pushed him away “go joo...”<br />
He opened the car door and turned to her before he got in “let’s hang out properly tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 4pm?”<br />
“Nice one! I’ll ask mum. I’m sure she’ll be cool. But let your 4 be 4 mister!”<br />
Osa laughed and hugged her “I’ve missed you...” his voice rumbled through her<br />
“I’ve missed you too” she whispered in his ear as she stood on tip-toe “<em>brother</em>”<br />
Osa pulled back and eyed her strangely “I’ll call you”<br />
Tana waved and smiled as he drove out of the yard.<br />
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<strong><em>**I’m on tonight/you know my hips don't lie/**</em></strong><br />
“4 o’ clock my black ass! Mmsssssssssccchhheeewww!!! I knew you’d be late”<br />
“Whatever. I’m here now so get your ‘black ass’ downstairs”<em> click</em><br />
Tana looked herself over in the mirror one last time.<br />
Jeans. Pumps. Simple wing-sleeved blouse.<br />
Lip gloss. Hair.<br />
Check, check, check, check & check.<br />
Oh wait wait!<br />
Paul Smith ‘ Floral’, behind the ears, wrists, décolletage...smile.<br />
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**Whistle** “Whoa! Fire cat! Looking GOOD babe! You mean it when you say you’re marriage ready huh? If you no h-a-m-m-e-r tonight eh!”<br />
Tana laughed as she entered the car “lemme alone...this is how I look when I get out of bed mehn!”<br />
Osa threw his head back and laughed “ok mah, whatever you say” he pulled out onto the road.<br />
“So where’re we going?” She asked as she reached for the visor<br />
“Look, this girl, leave that mirror alone! I’m sure you’ve looked in the mirror at home like a hundred times already! Sheesh!”<br />
“Wurrever mehn...where are we going?”<br />
“We’re meeting some of my friends for dinner at La Caché...”<br />
“On the mainland?”<br />
“Yup”<br />
“ok good. They have nice food. I’m hungry” Tana gave her glossy lips a last once-over in the mirror Osa glanced at her amused “Some things never change”<br />
She stuck her tongue out at him.<br />
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They had a nice time.<br />
Dinner was delicious. The company was great.<br />
They laughed a lot as they talked about the things they couldn’t in front of anyone at home, unintentionally excluding their friends after some time as they fell back in to their familiar banter...their familiar closeness.<br />
Hours went by and all of a sudden the place became a night spot as it went from bar/lounge to an after dinner/dance spot. They decided to hang a little while longer.<br />
Tana called home to tell her mum that she’d be staying over at Nnenna’s place seeing as she was going to be out late on the mainland. There was NO way she was going to let Osa drive her back to the Island that late!<br />
Osa also spoke to her mum to reassure her and let her know he’d definitely be dropping Tana off at her friend’s.<br />
Tana called Nnenna to set it up.<br />
“Get off the phone and dance with me! I love this song!”<br />
“Ok ok, I’ll give you the gist when we see. Keep your phone close by o!” click “I love this song too! I hope you can really move o! No old man steps, don't embarrass me”<br />
Osa’s jaw dropped “look at this small girl! C’mere lemme show you how it’s done” as he pulled Tana to the floor.<br />
He moved. Tana moved.<br />
He moved closer. She moved back.<br />
She smiled. He had moves, she’d give him that.<br />
He took her hands and spun her around once, pulling her into him so she had to hold onto his arms.<br />
He put one hand on her hip with the other in the small of her back so she had to move in time with him, mould with him to the music.<br />
Tana was breathless “<em>how did THAT happen??”</em> she thought to herself “<em>Oh...but he smelled so damn good...mmmmm....”</em>He dipped his head to the side of her face and nuzzled her cheek...her eyes fluttered closed...her head fell back a little...<br />
His lips brushed her cheek...the side of her mouth...her cheek...her ear....<br />
“I’ve wanted you for a long long time Tana...” he growled<br />
Her mouth opened on a gasp and she wrapped her arms around his neck as her knees went weak.<br />
“Which kain ‘cousin’ una be?” one of Osa’s friends shouted at them over the music, breaking the moment “abeg comot make I dance with the lady!” as he cut in<br />
Osa laughed and let Tana go...albeit reluctantly...and went back to the table where he quickly downed his drink and ordered another.<br />
Tana tried to concentrate on making small talk with Osa’s friend but her body and mind were humming with confusion...desire...and anxiety.<br />
<em>“He’s like my BROTHER!”</em>She didn't dance with him again that night.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
“<em>Pick up your phone! Stupid girl!”</em> Tana muttered angrily into her phone.<br />
Osa stifled a yawn, “she’s still not answering?”<br />
“I’m sure the stupid girl’s fast asleep! I TOLD her to keep her phone close by!”<br />
“hey hey...calm down...no biggie...you’ll just come back to mine and I’ll take you home in the morning ok? I’m really tired; it’s been a long day.”<br />
Tana bit her lip. “Ok...I guess”<br />
“That’s settled then” Osa pulled out of the restaurant parking lot “You need to change these your fake ass friends honestly”<br />
Tana eyed him and hissed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
“Take” Osa threw a djallabia to her “you can sleep in that”<br />
“Thanks” Tana said as Osa left the room for her to get changed.<br />
She changed quickly and got under the duvet and waited for him to come back in.<br />
She waited.<br />
She tip toed to the door pulling it open a little<br />
<br />
“Nah, I’m just going to bed in a minute...How u dey?...Mhm...Ah-ah! Why??...That man is an ass! I told him...no I did...mhm?...Yes now! Last week...yeah?”<br />
<br />
...Oh...<br />
He was on the phone...most likely to Lucy...<br />
Tana got back in to bed and eventually fell fast asleep as the wine she’d had kicked in.<br />
She stirred a little when she felt the bed shift under Osa’s weight as he finally came to bed.<br />
“Tana. Tana. Move over and stop hogging all the duvet joo” he whispered to her.<br />
She grunted and moved...by a fraction of an inch.<br />
Osa rolled his eyes and got in using his body to move her over.<br />
She moved a lot more this time, giving him a wide berth as she woke up a little more.<br />
He settled in and turned over to the other side to sleep. Tana fell back asleep.<br />
<br />
She woke up in the middle of the night to warm arms around her.<br />
Osa at some point had pulled her into him and cuddled her so they were spooning.<br />
She turned carefully to look at him. His face...familiar as he slept.<br />
His lips...full...<br />
His eyelashes long and curly casting shadows on his cheeks...<br />
His features softened by sleep...<br />
His breath smelled like cognac and mints...he always brushed his teeth at night no matter what.<br />
She stroked his face...he didn't stir.<br />
She looked at him...hesitated...then leaned in and kissed him softly on his mouth...he still didn't move.<br />
She got a little bolder and kissed him again, this time taking his lower lip into her mouth.<br />
He opened his eyes. He looked at her for a long minute.<br />
Then he pulled her roughly to him and kissed her hard.<br />
He ran his hands over her legs to the hem of the djallabia and pushed it up so he made contact with her soft bare skin, stroking his way up towards her hips.<br />
As he ran her his hands over her hips and butt, he groaned into her mouth as he realised she had taken off her panties.<br />
He pulled away and growled “<em>you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you...needed you...loved</em>” Tana cut him off by kissing him and pulling him over her wrapping her legs around his waist.<br />
She could feel his hardness poking her through his pyjamas bottoms.<br />
He knelt up and pulled her up, so he could take off her djallabia.<br />
He looked at her body in the dim light...at her curves...at the glistening of both her lips and then he dipped his head and kissed her deeply on one set as the other opened on a moan.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><strong>**************************************************************************************</strong><br />
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As Osa drove Tana home early the next morning, they sat in silence.<br />
Tana had the window down so the cool morning air hit her face as they crossed the 3rd Mainland Bridge...she shuddered with pleasure as memories of the night before flashed through her mind...she smiled to herself...<br />
Osa kept glancing at her...obviously wondering what she was smiling at...<br />
She wished she could freeze this moment...put off what was coming<br />
<em>Shit...</em><br />
Tana bit her lip.<br />
<em>This was insane!</em><br />
She sighed.<br />
He looked at her sharply. She smiled to reassure him, but looked quickly away so he didn't seize the moment to speak.<br />
She needed to work up her nerve.<br />
<em>It had to be done.<br />
<br />
6.46am</em><br />
They stood at the front door. Tana raised her arm to ring the bell but Osa stopped her.<br />
“Wait” He pulled her close.<br />
“Tana” he looked intently into her eyes “talk to me. What are you thinking?”<br />
She smiled at him, gently extricating herself from his arms. <em>Here we go</em> she thought.<br />
“Tell you what Osa?”<br />
“Tell me something! ANYTHING! Tell me how you feel!!...Tana: <strong>I love you</strong>! I’ve loved you since you were 15!”<br />
He held her upper arms tightly his face inches away from hers, searching her eyes - breathing hard after his outburst...<br />
“So?”<br />
He dropped his hands shocked...stepped back “What the fuck??” he lowered his voice whispering fiercely “’So’?? What d’u mean ‘so’?? I tell you I love you and all you have for me is ‘so??”<br />
Tana put her hands on her hips and leaned close to him, eyes flashing<br />
“I mean so-fuck-what Osa? you selfish ass!” she eyed him “You <strong><em>love</em></strong> me abi??<em> Now</em>? So I’m supposed to burst into song and dance or what?? So now we had great sex. And then? You ALWAYS had my number. ALWAYS knew exactly where I was! And what happened to ALL the time before now??” she made a circle in the air with her index finger “Look, you’re married in less than a month and I’m not about to ask you to change that. Not that you’d want to...knowing you...or would you really leave Lucy after<em><strong> 8 friggin’ years</strong></em>??”<br />
Osa went quiet, his jaw working.<br />
Tana smiled sardonically “I didn't think so. ‘<strong>She’s always your number one</strong>’ right? And then so what would happen next? What would I become? Your ‘bit on the side’? Your ‘<strong><em>mistress</em></strong>’?? she spat "That would certainly be funny” she laughed bitterly “to go from being sister to mistress...but I guess that’s how you see me”<br />
He started to reply her but she cut him off.<br />
Her voice turned hard as she put her hands on her hips and stopped smiling “but NO Osa, I do not see myself THAT way! So I will NOT be <strong><em>that </em></strong>to you” she spat “so let it go. It was what it was. It happened. It was good. Leave it there.”<br />
Osa looked at her for a long minute...then smiled sadly and strangely, a little proudly...”fire cat...” he reached for her.<br />
Tana sighed, ringing the doorbell as she stepped out of his reach. Almost immediately Tobe opened the door, a plate heaped with yam & egg sauce in his hand, his cheeks bulging.<br />
She brushed past him, going up the stairs without a word.<br />
“What’s wrong with <em>her</em>?” she heard Tobe ask<br />
“Nothing...you know how she can be. See your plate this guy! I’m hungry, hope there’s still yam o” they started to laugh and talk as they headed for the kitchen.<br />
<br />
How funny she thought to herself as she changed out of her clothes, his scent everywhere and nowhere all over her...<br />
She sat heavily on her bed, allowing the sadness to finally wash over her...<br />
<br />
<strong><em>“...He’d taught her to be smart with her body and her heart...”</em></strong><br />
...in one night she’d had her first orgasm and lost her first love.<br />
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</div>Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-72418024169513072142010-03-26T00:05:00.000-07:002010-03-26T00:05:00.458-07:00'I Used To Love Her' Part I<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She was 15 when she saw him again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It was a hot sweltering beast of a Nigerian “summer” day...you know the kind...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">No breeze.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Sticky. Humid.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Air so still, even a makeshift fan was useless...even the mosquitoes don't bother to make their usual rounds.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The kind of day that made you curse NEPA every 2 minutes while simultaneously trying to sleep away the hours, until it was your streets turn on the “power sharing” rota or until the gate-man put the gen on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Whichever came first.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She was home alone; everyone else was outside playing in the large yard.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She was too irritable to join.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Besides, she was much older than them and Nnenna was meant to call any minute now.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">There was <strong><em>that </em></strong>gist about Carl that was pending.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">At least she had something to look forward to! She grumbled to herself as she turned over on her back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She spread herself some more on the floor of the TV room where she lay, willing a breeze to come through. She’d pulled her top up a little and unbuttoned her jeans so she could fan her tummy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>“mmsssssscccchhhheeeewwwww!”</em> she hissed at the ineffectiveness of the effort.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">After a few minutes though, luckily she dozed off.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">......................................</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">.........................................</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“I don't think anyone’s home” a rumbling male voice</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“let’s go upstairs and see” a female voice</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She stirred but didn't wake.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Hello?” Called the deep male voice</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Oops! I think she’s fast asleep” whispered the female</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The male voice chuckled and then its owner nudged her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She woke up opening one eye, sitting up on one elbow she started to work herself up to lay into the idiot who had dared to wake her!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Are you mad??! Oh!” she yanked down her top and grabbed at her jeans zipper.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“<em>Oh shiiiiit! oh shit shit shit!”</em> she thought cringing as she scrambled up off the floor.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The strange guy looked amused while his equally strange female companion looked at her with pity, nudging the guy, who was openly chuckling by now, to stop.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She narrowed her eyes, deciding on the spot that she disliked them both, ‘strange guy’ a little more than ‘strange female’.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Ok, so I’m guessing your mum isn’t home right?” the guy said</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She looked at the clock that said 2.30pm and gave him a look that said “uh, d-uh??”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“No she isn’t” she said in a polite almost bored voice.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“You’re Chetana...“Tana” right?” he said</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She looked at him suspiciously; “yeah..?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“You don't remember me do you? I’m your cousin Osaretin? Osa? Uncle Osa? Though I think you’re probably too old to call me that anymore.” Grin “This is my girlfriend Lucy.”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lucy smiled. She was not bad looking.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana smiled (grimaced) back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana looked at Osa...<em>Uncle Osa...Uncle Osa...Uncle Osa! who was supposed to be in Ekpoma University or was it Uniben?</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>Well whatever.</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Oh right...I remember you” she replied, this time sounding really bored “since mum is still at work, I’ll tell her you came by?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Osa looked at Tana amused “You haven't changed much, have you? Last time I saw you, you were 10 and had just started “spitting fire”. How old are you now? 14? In...um...JSS3?”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana stopped herself from rolling her eyes just at the LAST minute “15 and SS2” she said with a little toss of her head.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Osa grinned hugely at that “yup...still spitting fire...but all grown up and beautiful with it.”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana blinked, cut off guard “th..thank you..” she mumbled blushing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>A hot Uni guy just told her she was beautiful!! Nnenna must hear this ooooooo!</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Lucy shifted a little, indicating she was ready to go.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“So tell your mum I stopped by to say hello to her. I’m in Lagos staying with my sis here in Ikoyi for a while so I’ll be by to see her later” Osa said as he led Lucy down the stairs with his hand on the small of her back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana grunted an ok.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">As Lucy walked out the front door, Osa turned and gave Tana a look and said; “see you later <strong>Fire cat</strong>”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana shut the door and took the stairs back up 2 at a time to get to the phone.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Uncle Osa or Osa as he preferred to be called came by later that evening.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana ignored him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana’s mum was very pleased to see her cousin’s son again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana ignored him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He had dinner at their house and stayed till Tana’s dad came home so he could say hello.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana ignored him.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He and Tana’s younger bro, Tobe, got into football chatter and it was quite late when Osa finally left for his sister’s house a few streets away.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana was secretly sad he had to go.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Apparently Osa’s university was on strike indefinitely and as a result he became a regular fixture around their house over the next few months.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He’d call ahead on the land line then come over, usually when Tana’s dad wasn’t home...for some reason, Osa felt he needed to keep his interaction with the Old man to the minimum.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana & Osa became quite close.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He eventually apologised for walking in on her and embarrassing her like he did and laughing about it too!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He became the big brother Tana, being the first, had never had. He gave her “expo” on guys, told her about all their tricks.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He told her about the games he was running with other chicks besides Lucy, although he swore she was always his number one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He ate the result of Tana’s first attempt at making stew...all watery and peppery but he ate it with relish.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He would come over almost every night to give them gist and teach her to cook stew properly .He would crash on their couch when Tana’s parents were away as his sister’s husband was giving him a hard time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">His school eventually resumed after almost 10months and he went off, but would come back to Lagos on holidays and in betweens i.e. more strikes.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana realised as she got older that she’d always been attracted to Osa on some level, but she put it down to a teenage crush and got over it...she tried very hard.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana got very used to Osa.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana got very used to all her friends crushing on Osa.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana got very used to his deep drawling voice.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She got used to asking his opinion and advice on many things.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She got used to sounding off to him about her parents when they made her mad.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She talked to him about school issues.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He was the one she told about her first boyfriend.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She confided in him when she had sex for the first time, crying about how awful it was and how guilty she felt.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He told her not to worry; it would DEFINITELY get better: the sex AND the guilt.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He said all the right things.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He told her off at the right time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And he especially taught her to be smart with her body and her heart.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Then one day Osa came to Lagos and said he’d finished uni but would be moving finally to Abuja.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana’s heart broke a little...but she was old enough to know he had to go.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She was in her 2nd yr at uni.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">They hugged tightly after she walked him to his car.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“I’ll miss you fire cat”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana struggled not to cry holding him tighter.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Osa pulled back and smoothed her hair away from her face “We’ll talk on the phone...ah-ah! You wan cry?” he asked softly “don't cry babygirl...”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He looked at her and dipped his head towards Tana.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Everything changed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Tana jumped back as if she’d been burned.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Osa shoved his hands deep in his pockets and stepped back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“I’ll call you from Abuja” he said tightly as he opened the car.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Ok...” Tana croaked smoothing her denim skirt over her hips, picking at invisible lint “bye!” and she turned and ran into the house.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She heard the car squeal off as she shut the door.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She leaned against it breathing hard “what the hell just happened???”</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She knew he would not call.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>****************************************************************************************</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em></em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em></em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>to be continued....</em></div>Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-77195779590182063832010-03-25T00:05:00.000-07:002010-03-25T00:05:00.191-07:00Space<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She lay in bed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Right in the middle, where she always lay...that much was obvious as the bed moulded to her form like it was used to this...used to her; <em>here.</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She felt tired...so tired of smiling at everyone downstairs...she just wanted to be alone...she just wanted to shut her eyes...<span style="font-size: 12px;">just for a minute...just for a minute</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">His scent hit her, softly, but left her a little winded by its unexpectedness.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Imagine a caress that has the effect of a slap.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She burrowed half her face in the pillows...looking for the source of his delicous smell so she could climb in there and stay...and not move.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She smiled as she heard his voice in her head "Yinks, o di kwa mma! You keep doing this...I dont know why you're all the way <em>in</em> my back when there's so much space on your side of the bed...and your toes are so icy! wahala e ti po ju honestly..." he'd grumble half heartedly settling in the bed so she could curl better into his back.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She was always amused because he always really liked her snuggling up to him..he was always so toasty warm..mmmm...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He slept topless..all smooth soft skin over a body that still did it for her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Her smile faded slowly as the pain started to build in an achy heat in the center of her chest.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She cleared her throat as she fought it...she just wanted to shut her eyes...<span style="font-size: 12px;">just for a minute...just for a minute...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>The pain subsided...gave her small relief...</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She smiled again as an image of him getting dressed in the morning popped into her head, all thumbs when it came to his cufflinks..he had the biggest hands ever.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But she never complained...she chuckled....</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He'd put his shirt on, his underwear, his pants, his tie...making sure everything sat right - looked right.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Then he'd present his wrists to her, like she wasnt getting dressed too and didnt have to be ready to leave just as quickly as he did.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">No. Everything stopped when Chinedu's cufflinks needed attention.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She chuckled again.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>Ow</em>...there was the pain again...this time she pulled a pillow to her...clasping it to her chest tightly.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She pulled the pillow harder to herself, trying to breathe through the rising pain...she just wanted to shut her eyes...<span style="font-size: 12px;">just for a minute...just for a minute...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>The pain subsided...gave her small relief...</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Now this reminded her of another tightness...of holding on to him like her life depended on it...while he made her cry out...made her laugh and soothed her all at the same time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Pleasure..pain..pleasure..pain..</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He knew the right amounts to give her each time...each.and.every.time.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">He always said that sometimes he felt like he knew her body better than he knew <em>her.</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She always said her body was his mistress while she was his wife.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She always felt fragile in his arms..precious..loved...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She curled up tighter in the foetal position...hmmm..she'd forgotten to take her shoes off, she noticed absentmindedly...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She felt cold.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The pain was getting too much to control now...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Then she remembered his smile..<em>his smile...</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This time the pain hit her in the chest so hard she sat up suddenly gasping as her eyes stung with tears that were suddenly there.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She struggled to breathe...there was no air...she shook her head to get away from the beauty of it ...the wonder of it...the gift of the love that was <em>always always </em>in his smile when he looked at her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The way it showed off his single dimple that she always teased him about saying he stole it from his mum, only able to make away with one before mama caught on to what he was doing.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The way it spread his full lower lip so all she could think about was suckling it...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The way it spoke to her in their secret language.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She wiped her face, looking surprised at how wet her hands were.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She couldnt believe she had anymore tears left to shed...and they just kept coming and coming...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She clutched at her chest, at the heaviness that she felt there...trying to get comfortable wondering vaguely what animal was making that horrible noise.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Yinka! Yinka!" her mother shouted bursting into the room followed by her sisters, all with alarmed looks on their faces.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><em>Oh</em>..she realised almost stupidly..I'm <em>making that awful noise</em></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Her mother rushed to her pulling her to her chest, engulfing her in softness, "mummy-smell" and faint perfume.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Yinka pulled back and looked at each of them slowly...one after the other..thinking to herself randomly that her sisters actually looked pretty in their black dresses, though a little too pale and drawn. No. That wouldnt do.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Her face must have shown something..something heartbreaking because her baby sis Kemi started to weep uncontrollably in deep hiccupy sobs, her tears slowly wetting the neckline of her dress. Laide, the middle sister put her arms around Kemi "its ok..shhhhhhh..its ok...o tito" she soothed through her own weeping.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Mummy..." the look on Yinka's face sent a hot flash of pain through her mother "my heart is gone...what will I do without Chinedu? What do I do with all this space? eh Mummy?" she whispered in the most tired voice gesturing at the bed.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Yinka's mum bit the back of her hand to keep from crying out at the despair & brokeness she was looking at.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She took a deep breath then cradled her oldest child's face in her hands and said the only truth she knew</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"You have to let him go..."</div>Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-64719751831382207332010-03-24T11:23:00.000-07:002010-03-24T11:39:26.865-07:00Snakes<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Scotch.That's what I’ll have’ he said to the waiter ‘no ice, triple shot and get ready to keep ‘em coming all night’</div><div class="MsoNormal">Waiter’s eyebrows rise by a fraction of a millimetre ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">okkk...’<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">He barely notices.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He rubs his forehead, across...left...right...left...right</div><div class="MsoNormal">As if he’s trying to wipe something off...maybe he is...certainly isn’t working though cos he can still see the evening’s events just past like it was playing on Bluray – distinct, crystal clear avec sound effects.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Fuck.</span></span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It wasn’t meant to happen like that.</div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Your drink sir’ the waiter returns placing the glass in front of him.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He barely acknowledges him as with his left hand he grabs at his tie to loosen it and with his right he picks up the glass and knocks it back in one go.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The scotch kicks him in the back of his throat making his eyes water and his belly warm within seconds of each other...</div><div class="MsoNormal">He clears his throat and raises his glass motioning for another drink.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Fuck.</span></span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He places his head in his hands, flexes his shoulders and gives in to the memories that are giving him heartburn.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Fuck.</span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He did this shit all the fucking time.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She was an intern. Impossibly hot with her tiny waist and full breasts...devastating woman’s body with a child’s face.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Woman-child.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He had her eating out of the palm of his hand from day one. It was to be an easy kill.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Push pull, tug tag. He toyed with her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Mentored’ her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Saw the potential in her’ he’d said to her. He chuckled drily at that stupid line and the equally stupid girls who fell for it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">WHO's stupid now motherfucker???!!</span></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>He heard a small voice ask...he groaned.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Last night was the night he took her down.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He’d looked forward to it. Set it up just right. The anticipation had curled in the pit of his belly like a tight black snake.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He was going to fucking spring. Literally.</div><div class="MsoNormal">It’d taken him exactly 3months to work this ‘hustle’...this ‘target’...this ‘job’</div><div class="MsoNormal">It never took longer. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Clockwork.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Month 1 – Ignore</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Pretend like she didn't exist. Walk into the room and talk to everyone else. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Exude quiet but powerful confidence.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Association is key so get a signature scent...something powerful without being overpowering. Delicious without being sweet...musky enough to get her panties wet without being Oud.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then after ignoring her for a few days, give her something to do that brings her directly in contact with you.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Take files from her, give files to her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Make sure she can smell your scent on her hands when she leaves.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Imprint on her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then pick up the pace. Give her direct assignments. Critique them to the point where she’s upset.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pretend not to give a rat’s ass.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Do this for a little while.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then let up. Ease up. Preferably at a company informal event.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Pay her a public compliment. She can't believe it.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She blushes furiously. The bosses tease her; tell her if she can move you to the point of compliments she must really be something.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She gives you this look of puzzled gratitude interest and promise.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She wants to keep working hard for you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The snake curls tighter in your belly: oh she’ll work alright.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Month 2 – interest</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Now you come at her like a mentor.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She’s eager, willing...she wants to give you 180%. She comes in early and closes late and you work her HARD so she begins to accept that you must see something in her to be so hard on her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Therefore, hard work equals growth...especially with you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">What a crock of shit.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">She becomes your unofficial protégé...you take her to important high profile business meetings...then of course: to lunch afterwards.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lunch becomes dinner. You put her at ease.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She starts to let her guard down.</div><div class="MsoNormal">So that she starts to even attend weekend functions with & for you.</div><div class="MsoNormal">You compliment her on her outfits but never in any way that makes it look like you’re attracted to her.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Appreciative that's it.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She begins to be lulled into a false sense of security. You know you have her when you overhear her defending you to one of the older female staff who must have tried to warn her.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The snake in the pit of your belly wraps itself deliciously crushingly tighter. Your grin to yourself is evil at best.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Month 3 - Takedown</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Now this is when you come all out.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Protect her. Hug her. Make her feel good. Work late with her....*chuckle*</div><div class="MsoNormal">Projects will keep you both at work late on a Thursday.</div><div class="MsoNormal">I say Thursday because it’s close enough to the weekend to be informal but still in the week enough to seem like a week-work day.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thursday.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Have her comfortable so that she takes off her shoes.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Compliment and tease her about her pretty feet and how much shorter she is without her ‘sky scraper’ heels.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She’ll blush and playfully come back with ‘I’m not short joo!’</div><div class="MsoNormal">And of course you’ll seize the opportunity to show her just how wrong she is by using yourself as a benchmark.</div><div class="MsoNormal">You’ll come round your desk and make her standup...you’ll show her she barely makes it past your chest with heels off. You’ll stand so close to her she can feel your heat and you can see the perspiration break out lightly over her upper lip and her lips part at the unexpected wetness she’d feel by the sudden proximity to you. This will happen because you will give her a look that will leave her in no doubt of the fact the you want to grab her by her little waist, throw her on the desk and make her wear her ankles for earrings.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then just as quickly as you step close you step away, she’ll try to collect herself while you stay quiet long enough to build tension...a charged atmosphere. You know for certain that when you turn around her nipples will be straining against her blouse.</div><div class="MsoNormal">You’ll look long enough for her to follow your gaze and she’ll blush even harder.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then you’ll offer to drop her at home. And you won't say a word.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">She will barely sleep that night.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A few more days of this will lead to the next weekend when you will make like you can't take it anymore and push her up against the wall of the copy room just before you have to go to a meeting outside of the office.</div><div class="MsoNormal">And you’ll kiss her. Deeply hard...hot...you’ll push yourself into her so she feels the hardness of you and whimpers into your mouth.</div><div class="MsoNormal">She’ll put her arms around your neck and you’ll lift her off the ground as she instinctively wraps her legs around your hips. You’ll groan into her mouth that she just HAD to wear trousers on today of all days. She’ll giggle then pant as you cup her ass and pull her even closer.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then you’ll drop her abruptly and leave...leave her stunned.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">One more week to go.</div><div class="MsoNormal">You’ll steal kisses all this week. Reliving the first encounter in the copy room. Snatching gropes everywhere, anywhere.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then you’ll make her work late on the last day of the last week of the 3<sup>rd</sup> month.</div><div class="MsoNormal">D-Day.</div><div class="MsoNormal">And on your office couch, after everyone is long gone, you’ll tell her in growling tones that she can scream if she wants to cos you know she wants to.</div><div class="MsoNormal">And she’ll scream as she comes. You’ll wipe your face as you move up from between her legs and kiss her so she tastes herself. She’ll kiss you back hungrily.</div><div class="MsoNormal">You’ll hold her impossibly tiny waist that flared out to the fullest hips and ass and you’ll take her down as she screams your name over and over and over and over and over....................as the snake uncurls, springs and strikes and strikes and strikes........</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Next day/Earlier today.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He strolled into the office pleased with himself. </div><div class="MsoNormal">It was going to be a good day. He sat down behind his desk and buzzed his PA for his messages. The intern should be with him for a progress/schedule meeting in like an hr.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Coffee. Yup. He’d need his daily cuppa in a minute.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He looked at his watch.</div><div class="MsoNormal">PA comes in ‘The MD has asked to see you in his office as soon as you get in?’</div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Oh? For what? Do you know?’ he asked a little surprised that MD was in already. He & his PA were usually the 1<sup>st</sup> ones in. Ah well...now worries he thought to himself as his PA shook her head saying she didn't know.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Coffee will just have to wait.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He took the elevator to the 41<sup>st</sup> floor whistling to himself.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Walked up to the MD’s impressive doors and knocked. ‘Come’</div><div class="MsoNormal">He entered. And stopped short. A little taken aback. </div><div class="MsoNormal">What was Intern doing here? And she looked......<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">different.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">‘Have you met J? She’s from head office. Part of Internal Affairs so to speak. She’s been working with the team to identify certain problem areas. This is what I’d like to talk to you about. Please shut the door’</div><div class="MsoNormal">He turned and shut the door to the office and on his career.</div><div style="border-bottom: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">‘here it is sir’ the waiter brought his 3<sup>rd</sup> drink.</div><div class="MsoNormal">He didn't care if anyone was giving him judging looks. He was here to get drunk. Where was the snake when you needed it??</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Fuck.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674611493337308075.post-81909101601022747282010-03-24T10:12:00.000-07:002010-03-24T10:13:09.874-07:00The BeginningTwitch...slight twinge of pain...<i><u>shake it off</u></i><br />
.....again...<i>ouch....</i><br />
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It's time.<br />
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Pain kicking in like a pimp owed money.<br />
<i>AARRRGGHHHH</i><br />
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I heaved...sighed...moaned and cried...<br />
My waters broke and I bore down hard and PUSHED.<br />
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And birthed....Words.<br />
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These are my words....Mocha Words.Mochahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17441033592111052879noreply@blogger.com2