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Nnamdi

She left me. She screamed at me. She cursed me. She ran away from me.

That same girl that had somehow stolen my heart, she left me.

Why did I have to be so bad? Why did every one have to been at daggers with me?

My father didn't even care that his son had been missing for almost 3 days.

I stood up from the bench and walked away. Each step made me realize that she actually left.

I never had a real friend. Bruce was there for me sometimes but he never really understood me. I needed someone who could understand me and she was right there.

She didn't rush me or try to get answers from me. Just that single question set me off course.

I was in front of that girl's house. The girl who lived in the house we thought We'd father lived.  I didn't know why I was there, nor did I need to go there. I just found myself there.

It was like the universe was against me and she came out. Wearing one of the most sexiest piece of black and almost diaphanous lingerie I had ever seen. Her red braids did nothing to hide her attractive and lean shoulders. And the fact that she shamelessly smiled at me made me realize that the devil was really at work.

"Hey you. What are you doing here by yourself?" She feigned innocence and stretched her arms, making her boobs bounce in order to drag my attention.

I pretended not to notice her advances and tried my best to keep a straight face. Making her seem a little frustrated but she was determined to seduce me.

I myself didn't even know how I stupidly found myself there. Knowing something very bad was about to go down.

"Oyah come inside na!" She said in Pidgin English.

My feet stayed rooted to the ground, I was silently praying to God for his grace to resist such heavy temptation. But I was afraid that my prayers wouldn't even pass the gates of that very compound.

She then walked majestically from her front porch until she stood in front of me. Her blue contacts were so visible and so damn tempting. She brought her hand up to my face, caressing my face. From my eyebrows to my spiky hair, massaging my scalp in order for me to loosen up to her trap.

I was still trying to be head strong but she was getting to me. She left my hair and touched the tip of my nose. From my nose, she went to my lips, looking at them with so much delight.

She closed her eyes and I closed mine, when we were about to-

"WHERE IS THAT GOOD FOR NOTHING HUSBAND SNATCHER?!"

Husband what?

A woman screamed, followed by the sound of the gate mercilessly kicked open. She put on a black top and as well black leggings and also black shoes with a black face mask and once again a black hat.

But ironically, she was fair skinned.

The girl moves away from me in fear, as she ran away from me into her house and locked her door. The woman pursuing her had a steel cup in her right hand which contained what I didn't want to believe was acid.

"ELISA OR WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS! BETTER LEAVE MY HUSBAND ALONE! HE IS NOT YOUR MAN BUT MINE! WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 16 GOOD YEARS, YOU IDIOT! IF I SEE YOUR NAME ON HIS PHONE THAT YOU ARE CALLING HIM AGAIN! I WILL POUR ACID ON YOUR FACE! BET ME!"

She hissed and walked away. But not before she looked at me with her cat like eyes and succeeded in giving me the creeps.

Elisa, as I heard the the lady called the girl was still inside her house, locked doors and closed windows. I wouldn't be surprised if she nailed planks of wood on the door like an iconic cartoon character.

I could hear her ranting even after she left the compound. If not for the thick tension that ran through the air, I would have laughed till tears danced on my face.

I heard a knocking sound and turned towards the house to see Elisa knocking to get my attention.

"Is she gone?"

I nodded in response, she unlocked her door, she came out decently dressed this time. That's if you call an oversized polo over shorts shorts decent.

"I'm sorry you had to see that..." She said whilst scratching the hair net which held her braids.

If she was trying to look sober for me, I didn't buy it. She would still do it again.

"There's no problem, I'm sorry I have to ask this but, why?"

She sighed and lowered her head. She didn't say anything but then I saw something like;

Tears?

Should I pat her on the back? Ask what's wrong? Mind my business? Hug her till she stops? So many questions ran through my head. It was sort of like a relay race, each question ran wild and then passed it on to the next possibility.

I just stood there while she cried her eyes out, my conscience was starting to burn out of guilt. Maybe I shouldn't have asked the question.

"I'll tell you, only if you come inside." She muttered but I heard her loud and clear.

Was I really that curious as to enter a random girl's house? Knowing that anything could happen in that house. I really didn't want to enter but the sad expression on her face broke me.

And in less than 20 seconds I found myself sitting on an old maroon coloured couch. With Elisa sitting beside me and playing with her braids which she brought out from her hairnet.

I suddenly found her yellow turned brown peeling walls amusing, as they hadn't been taken care of for maybe a large number of years. I looked at her old plasma television which had some buttons missing and one or two cracks were there.

The television was settled on a wooden table that equally looked old. I feared that the ant ridden table would crack under the weight of that TV. 

Another white plastic chair was adjacent to the one we sat on. It was the only thing I had seen that didn't look like it was older than Father time.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" I asked.

She said nothing but rather looked at me with her big blue eyes that looked so attractive, courtesy to her contacts. She ran her fingers onto my shoulders. Looking into my eyes with something between lust and mystery. I myself couldn't hold myself back as I pushed myself closer to her.

She closed her eyes as she brought her face closer to mine and like the fool I was, I closed my eyes too.

I felt something warm on my lips and it was also wet. I knew it was Elisa kissing me, pouring out herself on me. Running her fingers through my hair like her life depended on it and somehow my hands found themselves on her waist, caressing her in ways I never imagined myself going.

With my eyes still closed, yet she continued kissing me, it felt so surreal yet so wrong.

Then, I saw her with me instead.

I imagined her as the one biting my skin.

I thought it was her bringing out the beast I never knew I had in me.

I knew it was her that was doing these things to me. Her dark yet light skin, her arousing moans, her dark eyes, her flawlessly beautiful face, her pink full lips, everything I imagined taking me to places I never realised I needed to go.

But I opened my eyes, and it wasn't her that I saw. It was Elisa.

"Get off me!" I screamed while pushing her off me. I felt so dirty and guilty and heartbroken at the same time. I felt like using an iron sponge to scrub everyplace that Elisa touched.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" She asked me as she checked herself for anything that would make me act so repulsed by her.

I scratched my head and looked at her eye to eye, knowing what I wanted to say could either let me walk peacefully through the front door or maybe have a fight and she starts screaming that I tried to rape her.

Anyways, it was worth a shot.

"I should have told you from the start. I don't want to do this. I already have someone else in mind."
I said as calmly as I could.

She looked at the floor as she sat down. God knows what was running through her mind. She then shook her head like an old woman who saw a young underdressed girl on the street. To my surprise, she then started laughing.

Not your average 'so funny' laugh. But the maniacal, crazy, insane and dare I say heart breaking kind of laughter.

That laughter that literally said 'I'm tired of crying.'

Her eyes were closed during her somewhat scary fit of laughter. It made her look like those iconic villains who were more broken than the mirror my grandmother used at home.

"They're always taken." She muttered to herself. But I think she knew that I heard her loud and clear.

"Why?" She asked me. Even I wasn't sure of the answer to that question.

"I don't know. I just can't do it. I'm so sorry for leading you on." I pleaded further.

"Just go." She deadpanned.

"Excuse me-"

"LEAVE NOW!" She screamed and before I could even move, she was about to swing the plastic chair on my head.

I ran out as fast as my legs could carry me. The door had suffered enough in my hands for one night. I ran into the streets and found myself more lost than I had already been.

I was in love or could I have called it an attraction? An irresistible feeling? Pity? I didn't know what to call that feeling. But I knew that I felt something anything I remembered her face in my head.

The street was cold, very cold. Like so cold that even a jacket would feel like a singlet. And I wasn't a fan of such cold weather. The mosquitoes were also trying to keep warm by feasting on the blood that hadn't rushed out of my head during the last years of my life.

I then hugged myself and used my palms to rub my arms together, but I couldn't say anything about my feet and legs as I kept slapping them like a mad person. I just hoped that I wouldn't get any form of malaria that night.

Then I heard a distant noise. A noise that I couldn't point out, it wasn't the alarming or scary noise. In fact, it was rather joyful and glad, but it was loud. As I walked further, the noise increased and I heard something in between the line of;

"Today is the day of joy that the Lord had made!"

And that's when I knew that it was a church that was singing. And no church would sing at such late time of the night except it was an all-night.

The building was fairly big, but I couldn't detect the colours of the walls, since it was dark, nor could I see the name of the church on the sign for the same reason.

The church couldn't contain everybody inside it. And some people were so courteous as so sit outside in the cold and they danced like it was no man's business.

I never really went to church while growing up. My father was a drunk and so never saw delight in such things, whereas my grandmother kept her business and went to her church strictly alone. So every Sunday I would usually sell at her store until she came back from church.

I walked across the road and stood in front of the church looking at the old ladies bending themselves in the name of dancing to God, while the younger children pulled off dance moves like Zanku, legwork, Shaku shaku, Focus and some even had the audacity to pull of the alleged Happy Feet dance move.

An older lady noticed me and urged me to dance with her inside the church. I smiled and waved to her as a polite decline but she was having none of it. She pulled me towards her and she danced us into the church.

The walls were a bright yellow and the hall of crowded with people of all works of life. Dancing to the glory of God, the brown pulpit stood at the middle of the hall on the podium. The choir stand at the left side of the hall and the congregation facing the altar and they danced to the leading of the choir members who were adorned in white bottoms and blue tops.

The older lady danced away and left me alone and I could almost barely hear the chorister singing due to the singing from the congregation. But it was joyful, and I quickly looked for a seat in order to settle down.

I looked at myself as I didn't even have a Bible with me. And I suddenly felt shy, but there was this inner peace I had been feeling since I stepped into that church.

I rested my head on the chair as I was really tired. And they had started worshipping God too. With my head down, I couldn't help but sing along too and I felt like I wasn't even singing to myself anymore. Like there was someone sitting beside me and we were singing together to God.

"You carry me, when some carry their God."

"You feed me Lord, when some feed their God."

"You fought for me, when some fight for their God."

"Jesus! You no de use me play o!"

Thank you Lord Jesus. Was all I said to myself as I sang the song with all my heart.

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