The evening
had grown n colder, the clouds had gathered and the sun was almost driven into oblivion
by the determined clouds. Emeka starred keenly, plying his focus on the
fascinating lady who just came by the stream. He laid down the bunch of firewood
he’d gone to fetch for his pregnant wife at the foot of an udara tree. “Can I
help you my mistress?” He asked. She smiled, without force and viscosity. “No
thanks.” Emeka’s lips spread broader, insisting on helping the
stranger. “Let me help you.” He grabbed the clay pot from her and went down to the bank of the river and filled it with fresh water, managing to avoid the fingerlings that swarm by the river bank. “Thank you so much.” She said, winking and Emeka couldn’t help noticing the long, coquettish eyelashes. “Don’t mention, it’s nothing “he replied, though he was out of breath and sweating profusely. “I am Emeka, and you?” “Adanma”. She said with a pout on her luscious lips. “Wow! that’s my mother’s name!” She chuckled, as though in unbelief. “Can you walk me down My place, it’s just a stone throw away? I can’t go home alone, it’s almost dusk”. Emeka was so pleased. Maybe she was enjoying his company, he thought, and didn’t want him to go. “Sure, I’d be so glad”. They kept talking as they walked past thick bushes, farmlands and rivers. Emeka looked a little uncertain about where they were headed. Finally, they were there to his relief. “This is my home” Adanma said, gasping from the long walk they had. The building amused him: the roof was made of thatch and dry sticks; the walls were brown and rough. The entire building was dilapidated and looked more like a coven of terrifying witches. He let the thoughts flee. Quickly, he helped her bring down the pot of water, resting its unsettled bottom on a hollow opening on the earth. “You mean a beauty like you stays alone? Chai!” “Yes of course!” She replied. She prepared dinner with some speed – fufu and nsala soup. Emeka ate with intensified gusto, swallowing morsels like a hungry pig and sipping from his calabash of cold water. “It’s late, you know you can’t be serious about leaving, please stay with me, just for today’s night”. “But...” Before he could complete his sentence of protest and objection, she spontaneously threw her arms around him, and swept his lips with hers. “Please stay!” He kissed her back. That simple move- the prelude of going beyond a simple kiss to romance was all it took to bring back that startled look to her incredible eyes. He took a moment to be sure and then gently unfastened his lips from hers. “I’ll stay” he said. The night grew darker, the moon was nowhere shinning. She lit a rusty oil lamp, glowing reddish like the eke-day fresh palm oil. Emeka couldn’t help stealing surreptitious glances, his eyes kept piercing through the translucent curtain she’d used as a wardrobe as she undressed and changed into a simpler and tempting outfit. He could see the silhouette of the naked twin peaks of her breasts, her inviting curves, running end-to-end like contours, perfect as the figure eight. She advanced towards him, smiling endlessly, placing her tender palms on his chest sparsely covered with curly grains of dark hairs. Though Emeka’s mind was unsettled- unsettled because he barely knew her and he had to be at home, but Adanma was simply irresistible. Firm dark eye lashes covering her pair of dreamy eyes, oval head with well-lapped ears, and dimples embedded in each side of her puffy cheeks, a smooth and soothing skin overlaid with a uniformly toned complexion and a pair of spotless, long legs. She was a goddess! In the middle of the night, hours after their endless passion, his fingers glid slowly on the right side of the mat. He felt nothing, even though he was half-asleep. Curiously, he moved his palms further, this time, he fingered something streamlined, slender and smooth.
Immediately, It wriggled. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh chineke m oh!” There lay a long cobra with three vicious heads poised to bite him. He woke up panting. “Nnanyi ogini! my husband what is it!?” asked Osodi his wife heavy with child. “Another bad dream” he replied, panting and sweating like an antelope that just managed to escape the grasp of a chasing tiger. She reached for his forehead to check for his temperature. He was burning. “Nnanyi, you have malaria” she sighed.
stranger. “Let me help you.” He grabbed the clay pot from her and went down to the bank of the river and filled it with fresh water, managing to avoid the fingerlings that swarm by the river bank. “Thank you so much.” She said, winking and Emeka couldn’t help noticing the long, coquettish eyelashes. “Don’t mention, it’s nothing “he replied, though he was out of breath and sweating profusely. “I am Emeka, and you?” “Adanma”. She said with a pout on her luscious lips. “Wow! that’s my mother’s name!” She chuckled, as though in unbelief. “Can you walk me down My place, it’s just a stone throw away? I can’t go home alone, it’s almost dusk”. Emeka was so pleased. Maybe she was enjoying his company, he thought, and didn’t want him to go. “Sure, I’d be so glad”. They kept talking as they walked past thick bushes, farmlands and rivers. Emeka looked a little uncertain about where they were headed. Finally, they were there to his relief. “This is my home” Adanma said, gasping from the long walk they had. The building amused him: the roof was made of thatch and dry sticks; the walls were brown and rough. The entire building was dilapidated and looked more like a coven of terrifying witches. He let the thoughts flee. Quickly, he helped her bring down the pot of water, resting its unsettled bottom on a hollow opening on the earth. “You mean a beauty like you stays alone? Chai!” “Yes of course!” She replied. She prepared dinner with some speed – fufu and nsala soup. Emeka ate with intensified gusto, swallowing morsels like a hungry pig and sipping from his calabash of cold water. “It’s late, you know you can’t be serious about leaving, please stay with me, just for today’s night”. “But...” Before he could complete his sentence of protest and objection, she spontaneously threw her arms around him, and swept his lips with hers. “Please stay!” He kissed her back. That simple move- the prelude of going beyond a simple kiss to romance was all it took to bring back that startled look to her incredible eyes. He took a moment to be sure and then gently unfastened his lips from hers. “I’ll stay” he said. The night grew darker, the moon was nowhere shinning. She lit a rusty oil lamp, glowing reddish like the eke-day fresh palm oil. Emeka couldn’t help stealing surreptitious glances, his eyes kept piercing through the translucent curtain she’d used as a wardrobe as she undressed and changed into a simpler and tempting outfit. He could see the silhouette of the naked twin peaks of her breasts, her inviting curves, running end-to-end like contours, perfect as the figure eight. She advanced towards him, smiling endlessly, placing her tender palms on his chest sparsely covered with curly grains of dark hairs. Though Emeka’s mind was unsettled- unsettled because he barely knew her and he had to be at home, but Adanma was simply irresistible. Firm dark eye lashes covering her pair of dreamy eyes, oval head with well-lapped ears, and dimples embedded in each side of her puffy cheeks, a smooth and soothing skin overlaid with a uniformly toned complexion and a pair of spotless, long legs. She was a goddess! In the middle of the night, hours after their endless passion, his fingers glid slowly on the right side of the mat. He felt nothing, even though he was half-asleep. Curiously, he moved his palms further, this time, he fingered something streamlined, slender and smooth.
Immediately, It wriggled. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh chineke m oh!” There lay a long cobra with three vicious heads poised to bite him. He woke up panting. “Nnanyi ogini! my husband what is it!?” asked Osodi his wife heavy with child. “Another bad dream” he replied, panting and sweating like an antelope that just managed to escape the grasp of a chasing tiger. She reached for his forehead to check for his temperature. He was burning. “Nnanyi, you have malaria” she sighed.
Edoziem has great Love for fictional writing and portrays an efficient use of
personification, he had his primary and secondary education in the north,
Kaduna state precisely. He holds a B.Sc. in Physic from IMSU, Owerri and a
Masters degree from University of Lagos. He is Influenced by the literatures of
the renowned author; Chinua Achebe and the exceptional Chimamanda Adichie.
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