You watched the new family adjacent your house unpack their property from the chartered vehicle, “a nice couple they are” you thought. As you watched, you induced that theirs is really a small family of five and their peaceful and happy way of tackling their task appealed to you.
The beautiful maid caught your attention, “she should be in her late teens” you thought. Her hair was neatly plaited in cornrows and accentuated her oval face. A particular part of her body reminded you of the “nwannu udara” in your home town that was known for its roundness. Her nicely shaped buttocks that swayed and bounced as she carried some items inside drove you crazy.
Some days later, you tried talking to her but she gave you an attitude, “am not interested in dating” she says. You are mad and worse still you couldn’t sleep well that night – how can you sleep when her peculiar fragrance of flowers and ude aki tormented your nostrils.
It is only the “efulefu” that believes in failure. With this ancient proverb in mind you made your second attempt to convince her. With your shirt starched and ironed you stopped her on her way to the tap “nwanyioma, I love you” you said. She laughed flirtatiously, adding salt to your injury by revealing white nicely set dentition that made you wonder if the tiles in your bathroom are really white. When she left you, you knew at once that something has to be done.
The area boys in your street are good at this, they can arrange her quick for you, and you had no time for “coy mistresses”. You paid handsomely and got an assurance that things would work out fine, “don’t be afraid, you see that girl, na you get am” you smiled, that was the assurance you needed.
Sitting on a rock inside the uncompleted building opposite your house, you consumed the entire “man power” prescribed by the mallam, “I am ready” you said satisfactorily, glancing at your wrist watch for the thousand times. You imagined your hands on her hair, breast, and buttocks and laughed “there are many ways to kill a rat”.
Yea! They are coming, you jumped in glee. There is no need adjusting your shirt, it’s no longer necessary. As they approached, you smiled.it looked natural to passersby. The girl was not being pushed, dragged nor carried but walked willingly with the two strong touts, each beside her. You grinned broadly as you saw the plastered smile on her face and you needed no soothsayer to tell you that she had been frightened to death.
After some minutes amidst cries, struggles and curses you are satisfied, but just like Amnon, you are infuriated with your Tamar. You pushed her away and threw her pant at her face “go away, you dog” you barked. She looked up with a tear stained face and cursed you “I might have nothing to do now” she said, crying louder “but, I invoke the spirits of my dead parents on you. The hymen you forcefully tore today shall torment you for the rest of your life. You shall have no peace and no seed will ever grow from the remnants of the seed you spilled today…”
You slapped her face and pushed her out, you have heard enough.
That evening you bragged and talked about this great act of gallantry to all who cared to listen within your ilk. They laughed and pointed at her until the news went round the street.
Some days later, you heard that she had been married off to an old man with two wives “what use is a girl who had been disgraced publicly” you heard her madam and some neighbors say.
You smiled. They won’t know the story; she wouldn’t dare talk about it. Who would believe her when your version had gone viral? You escaped public scorn and imprisonment.
Twenty years later, you knelt before “Agwoturumbe” the great dibia who said “Kachi” you cannot have an issue, the tears and curse of an orphan won’t allow that, stop blaming your wife, she is innocent…”
You shut the words out, you have heard enough. As the native doctor blamed you for the reckless deed you did out of youthful exuberance you knew the game was up. Your wife needs to be told this ugly secret of yours and that innocent virgin has to be begged and appeased after twenty years of hurt, disgrace, injustice, and unfulfilled dreams and aspirations…
I have read this before.
It was from another blogger here on blurt. This is plagiarism. Please stop.