[color =red]Episode 20
If you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything[/color]
[b]“How is he faring?” a masked face lady asked a group of men.
“He’s not doing bad Miss, just that he’s been around Khadija recently” one of the men she was addressing replied.
“Hmmm, that girl is dangerous; make sure you don’t take your eyes off him even for a millisecond and most importantly, don’t ever get noticed, have I made my self clear?” the mask lady asked in a calm yet authoritative voice.
“Yes Miss” they all replied.
“When are you going to reveal your identity to us Miss?” one of the men who seems to be like the leader asked.
“You are being paid to follow orders not to question my orders, I won’t tolerate this act of rudeness next time” she said in a beleaguered tone.
“I am sorry ma’am, there won’t be a next time” he apologized.
“I am not interested in your apologies, just know where you stand” the mask lady retorted before leaving through a back door giving the leader no chance to reply.
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“Can we take a shot together dear” Frankkay asked Aarti with a coy smile.
“And why should I oblige to your request?” Aarti replied feigning annoyance.
“Because I want to show my kids how their momma looks like when she was younger” Frankkay said with a wink.
“Jeeez.. that’s an old trick man, try another one please”
“Aarti, I mean Aartial my love, I loved you from the very start even though I knew might eventually break my heart”
“Oh! Amazing! Someone is reciting Brick and Lace’s lyrics. Love who? Is it fun to you toying with people’s feeling just to please your boredom spirit?”
“Aartial, I’m for real, before I met you, I used to believe all women were poisons”
“What? And what has changed Frankkay”
“Nothing! I still hold that same belief, so I have no choice but to pick my poison and that’s you”
“Chimooo, Aartial Peters, you have suffered o, Frankkay’s posion?” she remarked “ I know you re looking for a way to get under my p.ants with your sweet mouth but I have met more romantic guys”
“Aarti, your voice is sweeter than s.ex, a beauty more radiant than the morning sun, a lady more intelligent than Leonardo Da Vinci and Isaac Newton combined, your body shape reminds me of Agbani Darego, even an impotent man would fall for your charm, I cannot help myself, I cannot hold it in anymore, I want you Aarti, no, I need you.” Frankkay poured out his whole mind to Aarti.
“Let’s go get something to eat”
“What of all I have just told you?” Frankkay asked but Aarti was already on her way to the kitchen, Frankkay who had no choice followed her.
Frankkay’s kitchen has been transformed from a bachelor’s kitchen to a couple’s kitchen ever since Aarti started living with him. Mr. Akande had informed Aarti that they would be safer that way since Dija is still out for Aarti. Aarti bent down to pick her cloth from the floor while Frankkay middle leg stood up.
“You know what, Aarti?” Frankkay began.
“What is it this time Frankkay? Can’t you just shut up for a second? Or do you want someone to die before we can witness one minute silence in this house?” Aarti barked at Frankkay.
“You women are more powerful than Merlin; you can make a man’s middle leg stand without moving a hand” Frankkay said giving Aarti a seductive look.
“I don’t get you?” replied Aarti before she noticed Frankkay’s middle leg was fighting to pop out of his trousers.
“You know what I mean my angel” Frankkay said as he approached Aarti touching her breast.
“You pervert!” Aarti screamed kicking Frankkay in his middle leg. “I was already thinking of accepting you were a responsible person, thank God you showed your true intention before I made a grave mistake”
“huh, arggghhh” Frankkay grunted
“d..o…n..t y..o..u know .. yo.. u are.. joking with Nigeria’s popu..lation” Frankkay said holding his middle leg “this thing is going to add about ten people to Nigeria’s population”
“Oh! So you still got the strength to talk?” Aarti said before kicking him there again as Frankkay cried out.
“Ju..s…t be…cause of l..ove” Frankkay said as Aarti left without looking back
[color =green]Akande narrates[/color]
After I single-handedly killed the Governorship candidate, Frankkay and I have combined to kill two ministers. Aarti girly qualities have been used to help in our operations. I wasn’t happy to have dragged Aarti into this but she has become used to what we have been doing and she also seems to be enjoying it. They have fully cooperated on our last two operations but even I know it would be difficult to convince myself to partake in this operation I have in mind.
“Good evening sir” they greeted simultaneously when I came to meet them with drinks in the parlour.
“There’s nothing inside the drinks” I said smiling to calm their suspicious minds down.
“We know sir” Aarti said in a rude tone.
“You guys are getting closer on a daily basis” I began “is there anything I don’t know about?” I asked.
“Frankkay here is now my [i]tata[/i]” Aarti replied leaving Frankkay shocked beyond words.
“You mean you guys have been dating?” I asked again.
“We just started this evening sir” Aarti corrected
“And what does [i]tata[/i] mean?”
“It is a Spanish romantic name I gave Frankkay”
“Me? Tata? I have suffered o, whatever happened to honey, sweets” Frankkay asked in a near sobbing voice
“Noo, I should have said my spicy biscuit or my dangote sugar” Aarti gave a mocking reply.
“Anyways that’s a discussion for another time” I told Aarti “Now straight to the reason I called you here”
“We are really curious sir because it wasn’t long we completed our last mission” Frankkay reasoned.
“Our next mission he set” I said observing their faces to see signs nervousness.
“So soon?” Frankkay ask
“And who is the target?” Aarti questioned.
“The Senate President!” I revealed.
“What?” the both blurted out almost in a scream.
“The Senate President of Ajegunle or what?” Aarti asked a mock question.
“The Senate President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria”
“Sir, why don’t you just tell us to go and jam trailer and die instead of telling us to die disgracefully on this suicidal mission” Frankkay opposed
“Its quite glaring you want to get us killed” Aarti said in support of Frankkay
“There is nothing new under the sun, what do we want to do that hasn’t been achieved before? [i]VINCENT PEALE[/i] once said ‘the first secret of success is believing in yourself’, [i]BRUCE BARTON[/i]also opined that ‘nothing great has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe something inside them was superior to their circumstance’ so Frankkay, Aarti the greater the difficulty, the more glory in surmounting it. All you need to do is to have belief and every other thing will naturally follow, so why think of failure when we haven’t even started’ that’s all I have to say, any more complaints?” I asked without getting replies then I left the parlour
“He has one berserk” I heard a whisper from behind me.
[color =green]Khadijat narrates[/color]
Life has been so good since my Ele came to love me with his whole heart. It couldn’t have been any better. When I see the way he served me willfully with all his might, my heart always beat at an insane speed. Sometimes I always left him so as not to die from heart attack. Who says love isn’t the sweetest thing in the world?
We arrived at my friend’s house in Oke-Odo and came down from my car. I had come to visit my friend Amarachi who just returned from the hospital. Amarachi had become my favourite friend after I was told Lia had died. We have both shared our problems and life challenges and greatest problems. I knocked and the door was opened. I was surprised to see Amarachi in a wheel chair. I have heard rumours about her return but no one told me she ended up in a wheel chair.
“Oh who do we have here?” Amarachi said hands akimbo “Isn’t this Unilorin prettiest and hottest girl? She teased.
“I really miss you Amy, all your scoping and whining, I really miss them” I replied with a smirk.
“I miss you more my Diva” she said as I bent down to hug her before she proceeded to seat on a plastic chair in the room.
“And how did you end up on that sit? When I told you to learn karate and taekwondo, you refused, you should have had the skills to fly out like Bruce Lee when the accident was about to occur” I teased.
“What? Don’t talk to me again” Amarachi said
“Amy baby, its not like that na, oya mabinu” I pleaded jokingly
“Don’t call my name” she said with a smirk.
“But A..”
“I said don’t call my name” this time with a serious face as we both laughed
“Dija, my life don tire me, na only me come those world?, I never even get over the spiritual shiit matter, now this accident, babby, my life don tire me, I want to kill myself and run away” Amy cried while I covered my mouth to prevent myself from laughing.
“OH baby! I’m so sorry” I said with pity.
“Dija lime, lime lemme go and die, gimme gun to shoot myself” she said wailing. I didn’t know whether to believe her or not but one thing I was sure of was that Amy had a funny voice so you wouldn’t really know when she was serious nor joking.
“My dear, we all have problems, everybody has problem, rich men, governors and presidents, even Clerics, Spiritualists, Herbalist all have their problems, it is where some people problem starts that your own stopped, even some of God’s creation are problem to Him, the reason why some of his problematic creations will end up in Hell Fire” I paused to see she was paying rapt attention “so my dear, what I’m trying to put across is if you hear about some people’s problem, you would thank God for your own, most people think only about their problem alone forgetting about the good parts of their life, so try to be positive my dear, life doesn’t give us situations that doesn’t have solutions, if God was the Engineer who really assembled this world together, I’m sure he is capable of fixing the products parts he made with his hands” I concluded.
“But what if God’s product is spoilt beyond repairs? Wont he fix a new one in place of the old one?” Amarachi asked.
“You worry too much my dear, a dying old man once said [i]“I have had many problems in my lifetime most of wish never happened”[/i] take a chill pill, do not WORRY but THINK, and I’m sure things would turn out fine” I assured her
“Wow, na my mumu friend get sense like this? The Lord is good!” Amy exclaimed
“See this mumu girl wey her birth certificate na apology letter from c.ondom factory” I fired back
“wench like you wey dey use aroma of neighbor stew eat rice”
“Thunder of blessings romance your mouth there” I swore
“Lightening of favours seduce your left yansh” Amy countered
“Mountain of miracles crush your skull” I returned as a call entered my phone. It was Ele calling.
“My mumu friend, my babyboo is calling me, I need to get going now” I informed her.
“Hehe, ode self sey get babyboo, I really need to know about this mysterious guy who can tolerate a kolomental girl like you” Amy teased.
“And I would love to meet the boy who brought my mumu friend back from dead”
“I don the ex jur, take care my mumu friend” I said “all the best for your wheelchair throne”
“Commot for my house jur”
“Bye bye jaweee” I said leaving the house
[color =green]Ele narrates[/color]
All of a sudden I wanted to love her like the world has never seen; all of a sudden I am ready to do anything for her. This was the agape love Corper was referring to. And the most beautiful thing is she loving me back. She loved me for who I was, who I am, and who I will become. She is the soulmate I have been searching for years. What I felt for her was something bigger than love, a feeling I think no one has ever experienced before.
Since Dija and I started dating about a week ago, I had packed to her hostel and have been doing all I could to please her including fetching her water, bathing her, cooking her food, washing her undies and doing other things true lovers do, I was ready to serve her with all my heart, body and soul no matter what anyone feels, thinks or say. I closed my books because I couldn’t read anymore all I see was Dija, whenever I saw a lady with red Ijab, I always make sure to look at the face to see if it’s not Dija but I should know Dija works around school with her bodyguards. I packed up my books in my school bag and got ready to go when one of my course mates called me.
“Mr. Ele, are you ready to leave now?” Aishat asked me
“Yes Ayi” I replied
“Nawa for you with this Ayi wey u dey always call me” Aishat remarked “anyway, I am also going now, will you escort me to Trunil hostel please?” she pleaded.
“Ok, no problem” I blurted out without thinking twice.
The trek to Trunil hostel was a very lively one mainly because Aishat was a very jovial girl. We talked about all manner of things ranging from from school through religion to education. Aishat was one of the calmest student in class, if someone had told me she could talk this much, I would have recommended a medical check up for the person. We arrived at Trunil hostel after roughly 15 minutes, it was that far from faculty of social science that’s why most ladies prefer to take tricycle than trek such long distances. The most fascinating thing about the hostel was that it was isolated with bushes all around which was quite surprising since it was a girl’s hostel.
After I left Khadijat, I began my journey back to the park, I had not gone too far when some guys came from nowhere and hit my head as I became unconscious.
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I woke up moments later after drops of water was poured on my face to find myself in the midst of guys numbering approximately three dozens who were in all black outfits in a circle with a big round fire and other fetish things in their middle.
“Welcome to BLACK SCORPION, the most famous secret cult in the University of Ilorin” a lank guy said as all hailed him.
“I am sorry, I never said I want to join any secret cult, please I don’t want to” I said stammering.
“Like you have a choice?” one of the cultists asked rhetorically.
“You either join or leave this place as a corpse” another quickly added.
Before I could say Sai Baba, they had put a gag on my mouth, removed my shirt and gave me the beating of my life.
“Now to the next stage of the initiation” the lanky guy who addressed me earlier ordered. About twenty guys came up.
“What are you going to do to me?” I manage to gather strength to ask.
“Twenty of our guys are going to have straf you” the lanky man revealed.
“What?” I suddenly found strength to scream “Do I look like a girl?”
“That’s the same initiation rites we all went through and you are no different in order to become a full blown member” another explained. I looked at the faces of the guys around and saw really huge guys. There and then I vowed to bite my tongue and die than allow my a,ss hole to be destroyed by monstrous mambas.
“I would never partake in such rituals; I would rather die than commit such grievous atrocities” I said assertively.
“It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, you are going to do it right now” a familiar feminine voice said from nowhere emerging from the darkness.
“To say your girlfriend is high on cheap drugs is so rude, what do you want the others to think of you huh?” the lady appeared from the shadows as I recognized Dija, seeing as I didn’t say anything she proceeded “Ele my love I have observed you haven’t belonged to any group or association since you entered this school which is very bad, you need to belong to something my love that will protect you, that would make you stronger that would give you a spirit of belonging” she paused to see my reaction then continued “Even a great philosopher [i]Zig Ziglar[/i] once said [i]‘the person who will not stand for something will fall for anything’[/i] so Ele, I hope you understand this Dija wants the best for you, this Dija wants you to be the world above us, this Dija wants her boyfriend to be the fiercest Capon on campus, and to get everything you wan, you have to sacrifice something, so understand that I only wish the best for you my Ele, my love”
“I now understand you my Dija, my love, but cant the rape part till later so I can make preparations” I asked pleadingly
“My Ele, my love, you see why I told you about needing to be brave? You are going to complete what you have started, no backing out”
“Me? Now? I bravely replied.
“If not you, who? If not now, when?” Dija who was already standing in front of me.
“Oya turn your yansh” one of the guys came opening my trousers “haaa see fresh yansh”
“I don die” I cried “I cover my yansh with the Blood”[/b]
