Thursday, 12 June 2014


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Ola! You two timing bastard, best friend indeed, Ola! How could you? How could you? Rape? Ola? Ola? Speak before I commit murder. He just stood there frozen looking at me.
I wasn't sure of what to do; i walked back to the lounge of the suite as I was keen on knowing what transpired. Sat on the sofa and patiently waited for my so called best friend to join me.
Ola finally summoned the courage to walk out, and as soon as her saw everyone, he screamed in his defence “I didn't rape anyone, this crazy bitch tried to kill me because…” “Because…….” “That is all I am going to say”
I turned to Temisan, “what does he mean by he didn't try to rape you” “you said he did”
My God, is this a movie, I was getting so impatient and I decided to let my anger out, I rushed to where Ola was, pressed hard against his gunshot wound, he screamed a bit but then I discovered it was just a scratch, the bullet didn't penetrate his arm. I didn't care much about that, I pressed further.
“Kalu, Temisan is my lover” I was shocked. Lover? Huh? Temisan tell me what is going on? Temisan: yes kalu, Ola and I are lovers. I am his mistress; when I came to the hotel, I asked him to join me but I only discovered on his fone that he has been chatting with your wife to be, check his fone. She points to where the fone was; I hurriedly picked it up and scrolled through the messages.
“Baby, he just called off the wedding, typical Kalu. The idiot still doesn't know what is going on between us. We should celebrate. He had the nerve to tell me about his other slut Temisan. I can’t wait to be in your arms again”
Chioma what is going on? Temisan? Ola? Are you guys freaking mad? I was losing my mind already. Was I getting played?
Still holding on to Ola’s phone, I decided to read every message in his inbox to ascertain where my ex fiancĂ©e began her affair with him, then I noticed a text message from a contact named Tony; Tony happens to be my business partner and he owned the hotel where this drama was unfolding.
“Ola, omo that your friend sha na heavy dunce, he cleared his entire savings for a bogus deal. How are we sharing the spoils?”
My God! Bogus business deal that promised me millions of dollars, my life savings, everything I have ever worked for, I even did a magazine cover announcing my new rich status. Tony may amadioha punish you. I was slowing running mad.
Tony somehow noticed my countenance had changed and by now was heavily guarded by the mobile policemen. I was still in a state of confusion, I sat on the couch. No one in the room said a thing and then my phone beeps; apparently my cell phone has always been with me. A bbm message from Miss Oluchi

“Kalu, I don’t know if I want to keep this from you but I was pregnant with your child, I felt guilty and I felt used. The best thing for me to do was to get an abortion and somehow, I have messed up my system. I am in so much unbearable pain. I can’t take it any more. If you are reading this then I am about to take my life. I have already sent a letter to my family stating that you are responsible for my death. I loved you but you preferred my sister to me, what can Chioma offer you. Kalu, we could have been so much more. You killed me”
OMG, this was too much for me to take, I couldn't hold in any more. I let the tears out. I didn’t care who was in the room. I had no money, I had no friend, my mistress cheated on me, I called my wedding off, I found out my wife to be was having an affair with my best friend. And now, my wife’s younger sister is about to commit suicide. Kalu, your village people are calling you.
Whilst still trying to make sense out of it, private number calling. I became skeptical in taking the call, so I let it ring, 2 missed calls already. Absolute silence in the room, no one was saying anything. Before I kill myself, I might as well find out who is calling me. so I finally pick up
“Hello” the caller replies “Kalu, kalu, kalu, why have you chosen to disgrace this family” “we have been waiting for you since morning” recognizing who the caller was, “papa, you don’t know what is going on”
I opened my eyes and suddenly I realize, I am still in my room, on my bed. A banging headache, 2 bottles of tequila on the floor. I must have taken the call whilst half asleep. That was a dream, a bad dream. Thank God none of it was real, it didn’t happened.
I ended the call without saying a word, Where was Chioma? Temisan? Ola? Tony? I check my fone. 83 missed calls, my battery was down already. Saturday 4pm. Damn, I missed my own wedding.
I felt a sharp pain by my side, I checked to make sure: my shirt was soaked with blood; it felt like something pierced me and on my bed was a loaded Beretta Px4 Storm. Who shot me? And who did I shoot?

Tuesday, 10 June 2014


Staring at Chioma, I almost rushed to where she was to hug her. Thank God she is alive and obviously intoxicated but she is alive. I looked at the mobile police with so much relief. But the question on everyone’s mind was who got shot?
The receptionist helped Chioma from the floor and proceeded to clean her up, this night was too intense for me. I needed it to be Saturday morning already. My God, Temisan is in the next room.
Temisan was the girl I feel in love with after a nasty break up while I was still young and reckless in the university, she took me in, nurtured me and my heart felt indebted to love her for a lifetime.
She was the reason I was ending my engagement and cancelling my wedding, everything was going according to plan with wedding until 6weeks ago, when I mysteriously ran into Temisan. We talked, had too many lunch dates, I began to fall in love with her again. Slowly but surely, Chioma became extinct in my heart and all I wanted was to be with Temisan.
Was Temisan alright? I rushed to her room, surprisingly the mobile police men followed me also, I opened the door with the key and standing in the lounge of the suite with a pistol in her hand was Temisan. Drops of blood on the floor and damaged hotel property, what in heavenly Father’s name is going on? Temisan! What the hell did you do? I asked. The mobile police rushed to where she was and took the gun from her. It felt like she was in a trance, and suddenly she came back to life screaming “it was self-defense, self-defense. Rape, self-defense”
I was more than curious and I questioned my safety. No one knew temisan was in the hotel with me, not even my best friend Ola, who tried to convince me to stay with Chioma and leave Temisan alone.
My thoughts running wild, was Chioma responsible for this? Did she call someone to the hotel whilst she was in the bathroom to deal with Temisan? What is going? I didn’t tell her Temisan’s room number, was she a covert CIA operative to have cleverly followed me without my knowledge?

Who tried to rape you? I kept asking her, who tried to rape you? Without waiting for any reply, I went to the bedroom, there was no one there and yet again I headed for the bathroom, my God what is with these people and bathrooms? I opened the door, lo and behold; there was no one there, blood splatter everywhere though from the tiles on the floor to the sink, and then on the shower curtain. I turned to walk away but felt inclined to check what was behind the shower curtain. My best friend; Ola was standing in the bath tub, holding his arm, that was shot. Shit just got real!

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

FAIRY-TALE: The Saga Continues

My feet firmly planted to the floor, I was mortified and scared beyond reason. Was Chioma dead? The loud bang that definitely sounded like a gun shot, did Chioma take her life because of the break up.
Was it really necessary to tell her that I had feelings for my ex and she was in the next room; clearly Chioma wasn’t so surprised, she already knew about it.
Chioma seemed so calm talking about us falling out of love with each other and referring to my undead feelings for my ex.
Kalu, you have done it again, you have successfully driven an innocent girl crazy to the point of suicide, was this an elaborate setup? If she can’t have me then no other person would, did she carefully orchestrate this? Clearly, the hotel staffs heard the sound too; by now security operatives should be heading to my room, a country where investigations are not properly done, if you were in the scene when an act was committed, you are guilty of the said act
Kalu, you have outdone yourself, how do I fix this? As I stood there trying to come up with a solution, a loud knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Oh my god, they are here already. How do I fix this? On Monday, I was the richest bachelor to be married with a new deal that ran into millions, Friday night, suddenly became my last day of freedom. My supposedly planned wedding in few hours got cancelled few minutes ago; I was still searching for the best way to inform both families. How did my life get this bad? The loud knock on the door kept interrupting my thought process, tears dropping freely from my eyes again, I was indeed screwed.
I was going to act cool like nothing happened, thereby giving me enough time to fix this, frantically searching for my cell phone to call anyone who could fix this, then I realize her clothes were scattered in the room, shoes, make up kit, hand bags. Who brings this much stuff to a hotel you were supposed to spend one night. It seemed like a set up. My palms were getting wet, I was about to lose my mind, the knocks on the door became consistent. I kept screaming I wasn’t decent; they should give me more time.
I needed to get rid of her stuffs ASAP. I started packing the clothes together, pushing them into an open bag, whilst searching for where to hide it, i noticed the room had a balcony, I place the bag there. I put her makeup kit in the mini fridge, her shoes I tossed under the bed, hand bags underneath the pillow and then I used the duvet to cover the pillow.
I carefully scanned everywhere to eliminate her presence, how was I going to explain a dead fiancé to anyone and everyone.
I took off my shoes, my shirt too, I was about to go to the bathroom to pour water on my face then I remembered her body was in there as well, took out a bottle of cold water from the fridge and emptied most of its content on my body, hair and face. The knocks were getting really intense, and then I heard a voice threatening to break the door down.

I finally opened; standing outside the door was the receptionist, the owner of the hotel who was also my friend and business partner that procured my recent multi-million dollar deal, three armed mobile police staring at me. They enter the room, scanned thoroughly and asked if I had a guest in the room, to which I replied no, that it was indeed my bachelor’s eve night so it was just me in my room. I almost convinced them until the receptionist noticed a lacy bra in the waste bin, of all places I could have placed it, I chose a waste bin. The mobile police asked me again if I had a guest in the room with me, by this time I was finished, so I didn’t say a word. Everyone proceeded to the bathroom. And just before, the bathroom door was opened another mini flash back, what if I didn’t even cancel my wedding? I could have just managed a loveless marriage and kept my true love as my life long mistress, no one would get hurt. Damn you Chioma for doing this to me. The door finally gets opened; sitting on the floor with her wedding dress was Chioma, with earplugs on, a bottle of vodka. Smoking Kush. If Chioma didn’t get shot…then who did?