THE NIGHTMARE.

It was cold , it was bored, it was a great cloudy day. Dotun could not go to the concert, he was
placidly sipping his 'orijin' drink, so sedated and un-tensed like a melting butter.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrnnng!!!! Brrrrrrrrrrnng!!! The alarm bell clanged and broke the silence in his room. He walked to the door and peeped through the perforated hole on the iron door. It was Mosunmola. "Hello, who is at the door?" He feigned pretense and shouted in a cracking romantic voice, but before he rounded off his question, a faint sweet voice
wrapped with melodious tone swayed down His ear. "its me", the voice echoed, "the door is not shut" he said with excited glee. She put off her pair of step-ins and walked reluctantly
towards the sofa.
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Mosunmola lived with her aunt who kept her under her close watch in an apartment inside the
government quarters that was just 5 kilometers away from where Dotun lived. She was an epitome of virtue as much as every-single-body in the community could think and talk of her. She was a cynosure of all eyes. She was beautiful, very beautiful and the most beautiful amongst her peers. Her curve firm and erect breast with very small nipple pointing out like a sharp edged pin located at the middle of her spotless surface cup-breast, which attracted every- breathing-one and every-walking-thing that crossed her path.

Her moderate round derriere listens and shakes to every step she takes, she was an apple pie every man wanted to have a taste of. Who
wouldn't?.

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Dotun was fond of this lubricious wish, but she was more than clever against such. She gave no chance, not a single feasible one. She would only come with several convincing excuses as to why she could not be in any discussion with anyone beyond the usual daily 'good day'.

It was one of those days his soul anticipated for., it was one of those offers that doesn't promise to come twice in a year and and of which must be used judiciously and scrupulously, instead of stupidly.

Mosunmola's aunt just went for holiday leaving her behind, so he purported to stretching his helping hand to cough up her bills magnanimously even though she wouldn't want him to. 'Don't you know it behooves me take good care of you in your aunt's absence? He said when they met at a mini supermarket not far from where Mosunmola was living, and she could only come up with a 'thank you sir' gesture and a smile in response to his words. Before they leave the supermarket after settling her bills, please, i would like you to see you tomorrow, will you come? Dotun asked. She didn't want to pay him back with a "no" response, and so she agreed and gave him her word.

Hello my dear! You must be thirsty. Ain't you? let me offer you something cool, its been a stressful day, let me get you something to relieve you of it, life is just too short to stay thirsty, or what's your thought? He reeled off those mind-softening words so as to make her feel more comfortable at home, but she was not used to it. She gave him a say-what-you-want-to-say look but Dotun pretended as though she was ready for any discussion.

Frantically, he brought out a chilled bottle of Malt, a nice drink for women, he thought.
Went for the tray in the kitchen, and in front of her he placed the bottle and cup with exaggerated courtesy on the table which she ignored with her 'stone-faced' countenance. "Those bottles belongs to you, and the cups
are there too, little angel, enjoy". .he said jokingly.

... few minutes later, after mosunmola refused to accept his friendly giggles, she belligerently asked if he could get down to the fact, and say what he wanted. He smiled grotesquely and sighed in one, but the smile dominated the sigh.

Not only did she resist his several attempt to touch and hold her, she also stopped him from moving his restless hand towards the no-go-area on her body, avoided close contact and then asked politely if he would permit her to go.

Plethora of thoughts began to flood Dotun's head, the thought of, she would never honour such fruitless and delicate audience , the thought of the opportunity, once lost might never come back, and the thought of her aunt
who was going to ruin their meeting if ever there would be any chance again.

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As she was bidding a goodbye, He lost himself in
profound introspection. He watched her swing
her fragile attractive body with seductive
flexibility as if in a beauty pageant contest, he
was tempted to move so faster to her than his
speed, he was restless. She was just trying to
open the door when he grabbed her by the other
hand.

Mosunmola gazed and gazed at him in surprise. "Did you remember something you forgot?" She frowned sulkily, as she whimpers silently Dotun's thought and feelings were engaged in a colossal emotional riot, the Thought of letting her
go away in peace collided with the feeling of popping her cherry.

Mosunmola was a well-trained and behaved nubile, Dotun also was also a gentle man hitherto. She had been living in the vicinity since she was 10, she earned undeniable respect from all and sundry, all these made her the talk of the town and the wishes of every young men.

Dotun was consumed by his thought of making haste, he wanted to make love to her. the more He looked into her eyes, the more he wanted to hold her closer. Confusion was written all over her trembling face as though she saw a resurrected ghost. She knew not his intention until he muttered "please" to her left ear and she looked more confused. This time, it looked as if she had a clue what was to befall her when his left hand moved very quickly and closely
to grab one part of her succulent firm breast and wrapped her around closer with the other hand with soft tender.

Mosunmola looked up and screamed in a struggling faint voice that sends a gluts of messages to the dangling
between his legs. His strength grew balls and wielder. With the ferocity of a leopard and viciousness of a tiger, as she was struggling for survival, he pulled up her long black likran skirt, revealed her transparent black half pant sown from a very quality cotton.

He turned off the light. Darkness flooded the room and they were dripping in sweat. Things happened.
Go, now, he told her as she left the room wearily.

The deed was done, the veil was torn, the cherry was popped, ego was satisfied, he took Mosunmola's pride, it was all his heart desired, she had never known any man. He realized his guiltiness of forcing and compelling an innocent poor girl against such lustful wish.

One Tuesday morning as he stepped out for the business of the day, he saw mosunmola approach as She walked so fast like someone freshly losing her sanity towards his path.

Closing the distance between them, tears veiled her eyes." what's the matter?" He asked pitifully, she narrated coherently how she was tested pregnant.

Two days later.
... Dotun came back with pills from a nearby pharmacy after several plea to get rid of the pregnancy.
"You are way too young to nurse a child, he convinced her falsely". She concurred ignorantly at the end.

Around 12:15 pm, the third day, legs began to troop to and fro the street, in their hundreds, screaming, wailing, ranting, panting as the word 'ikunle abiyamo o' filled the whole street. People speculated and contemplated.

David threw himself to the gossip angle of the street to get the essential part of the story of what actually triggered the unusual mammoth. Just as he embarked on the nosy parking exercise , he heard something that almost deafened his ears. 'Mosunmola ti ku' meaning 'mosunmola is Dead' . The news came directly from a woman popularly known in the community for her gossiping talent . She spread news at regular intervals.

And whatever news you hear from her should be taken seriously. She was second to known in the community,
LIKE a dream, David began to hear the story of Mosunmola's death that she bled through her vagina resulting from disastrous abortion. No one knew of who was responsible for the pregnancy that led to it, they only.

Guessed and speculated. But no one ever mentioned Dotun's name.
Story disseminated like wild fire.

At first, believing was so hard and he couldn't live with such memory. He wept every
single tears available in his eyes. But It was over, he sent mosunmola to an untimely grave, and so ignorantly.
she would never forgive him.

As he was weeping, more like a child in his closet, and tears dripping down his eyes, he
woke up from sleep, it was a dream...he quickly jumped up from bed , he was already late for work. His boss would let him face the music..