The day is hot and windy, occasionally wisps of dust clouds twirling up and down as vehicles zoomed past on the dual carriageways. Scanty clouds make the heat in full intensity upon the people which is because of the current season in Nigeria. The carriage way is accentuated by bumps and the occasional potholes filled with little puddles of water that splash each time a vehicle accidentally swerves into them.
Although there is here road cones at the service lane where a few civil engineers and labourers, members of the Federal Road Management Agency(FERMA) with a heap of granite, a few shovels and wheelbarrows and a heavy duty sand truck on the standby with its engines still revved.
They work, making technical decisions as is common with their occupation in determining the costs of the road repairs, totally oblivious to the black convertible that zooms past them as they are currently
Sunlight filters from the window, with its curtain parted to the side. Adjacent the window is yet, another window in similar fashion as the day is very hot. This is due to the factor of the new coming season of harmattan in Nigeria, which is a time of hot weather but yet cold and foggy mornings and afternoons.But to alleviate thew situation, to power holding company is absent in its duties as there is no power in the room. The tablw on which the piece of pressing iron still contains neatly stacked books, an orange, foldable reading lamp, a bottle opener, pens and a stack of paper cards littered on it. Also, there is a white ceramic plate tray which contains hot aromatizing chin-chin from which a hand picks a couple of them, straight into a waiting mouth.It is Deola and she leans against the table, her butt to the rim as her mouth crunches on the chin-chin. She wears a purple s
“Mum, Dad, I’m going for a sleepover at Tunrayo’s place.” Deola says, a hand holding her elbow as she stands before the Television, facing her parents who sat in a cuddling position on the settee, watching the laptop on Richard’s lap.“Sleepover?” Deola’s mum says, frowning slightly behind her glasses, her head on the shoulder of her husband, Richard, in her brown linen gown.“Yes, Mum.” Deola leans forward in her yellow spaghetti top and black joggers, her eyes pleading, while holding a see through white gown and white tennis short. “Sleepover. Nothing More.”“Good.” Came Tunrayo’s voice from Deola’s earpod in her left hair which is hidden by the draping woollen pink headwarmer.“You don’t go for sleepovers ever. And today is Friday. In a few hours it will be time for the Weekly Prayer Vigil and none of us is missing it.” Deola’s mum’s eyes flashes.
[MATURE CONTENT R+18]Tunrayo sighs again, watching as Nathaniel wraps his hand around Deola’s waist and her shoulder. She makes to speak but closes her mouth again, the disco light playing a part in slowing her down.For some seconds, she cannot bring herself to just let Deola go but then again, Nathaniel and Deola has as always, had a spark that made people think they were in a relationship even though they weren’t.“I’m sorry, Dee. Nat, lets go… “ She urges as Nathaniel begins to move, Deola becoming surprisingly docile, hanging drunkenly over his shoulder.“No, Tunrayo. You look like a mess yourself. Your hair is dishevelled. You should seat here and maybe… just grab a drink, you know.” Nathaniel repl
THE ALTERCATION3 Days Earlier…“How?” The fair skinned figure with the model perfect body sighs, a hand to his chin.No matter how he thinks it, he cannot seem to understand and so, ‘how’ is the only word that still stays, unchanging in his mind.How? How? How?By normal logic, it is impossible. He did cover the tracks well, didn’t he?Oh, right those snapshots…But then, how is he to know that Tunrayo would pull such stunt as the one sh
“Ahh...” Tade groans and with a huff, seats heavily into the driver’s seat of the Nissan Micra. Inside, he drags his legs in, huffing out while his head sags against the headrest. Taking deep breaths, Tade’s mind is unfocused so much that as soon as his legs are in, he slams a fist at the middle of the steering wheel, activating a short blare of the horn as result.He exhales, then wipes his face with one hand, smearing ichor all over his face as result. Shaking his head, Tade sighs, thinking of where he had come from.And by all of him, he sincerely misses his home.Born and bred in the Atlantic Ocean, he is a member of the seemingly unknown races of beings called Emeres by Yoruba people in Southern Nigeria.
Jaeger stays still for a brief second, watching Tade groan as the Nissan Micra emerges from thin air. He turns around with a frown on his face musing that anyone could have seen him do such a thing and most definitely raise a fuss over it.And if that happened, that was opening their existence into the full glare of mankind. Of course, there had been slips through history. Even Man’s method of finding information through the system they call ‘internet’, a poor replica of the original Fate/Time-stream, had bits and parts of sightings of extra-terrestrial beings.When such sightings did happen and the sightings are recorded, people would often still contain doubts, providing all sort of theories as to why such things were unable to happen, a race of sickening faithless beings.And more often than not, their ability to disbelieve things even when it seems so real –So far as it does not gain the approval of science, it is false – did work in favour of their existence and made their glamour
“What does dad and mum say, Jaeger?” Enas says coming to the seating room with a small ceramic tray of munchies. He settles down on one sofa while pushes a stool into position after which he rests his legs on them, outstretched and crossed. He has a change of clothes now, sporting a green vintage shirt, unbuttoned which reveals his bulk upper torso which is laced with many hairs especially at the chest while he has a deep green shorts with baggy pockets on the side with white flip flops which he leaves at the foot of the sofa.Jaeger turns away from the rectangular inscribed screen towards Enas, partially and sighs just as the glass returns its to is original state.“I did tell how you all fare and the nature of things.”“Nature of things eh?” Enas asks, lobbying the brown crusted munchies into his open mouth like one would do to in basketball.“Yes…” Jaeger sighs, taking the silver pendant and replacing it into his inner breast pocket. “ I informed them about the girl and they were
At Present!Tade’s feet heavily march across the white tiled floor as he moves to room 045. With a scrunched face, his fingers rap on the door.“Room Service!” He says, desperately trying to hold back the rage from his voice.However, the occupants of the room currently do not enjoy this type of disturbance as a gruff, annoyed voice barks. “What the fuck? Room Service, who called you, Get Lost!”It is the dreaded haired guy who currently rams his fingers into Deola’s vagina, sending the jerking girl spasms of waves upon waves of multiple orgasms. He licks his right fingers hungrily, sucking up the juices of the crying moaning girl before him, his expression that of a crazed beast.As he does, there is Farouk, straddling her upon the chest as he continues boob