Thursday, 30 July 2015

That was how it happened

I felt satisfied afterwards, with the kind of smile I have never worn before, on my face. It took me the whole exercise to realize that I was hungry and that I had the door ajar.

At 21, being a virgin was one of the things I didn’t like saying that I am. Anything to insinuate that among the guys makes me the butt of the joke. And among the gals, I get some asking to give me the break-the-virginity-ride.

Seriously I have my ways with the girls. Many of them enjoy my company and really wish I could do them. I have got kissed severally, of course, I have touched breasts. How wouldn’t I? When I attend the birthday parties of all my coursemates who throw parties on their birthdays, leading the truth and dare sections and the devil’ mail bag.

The truth is, I have got some real opportunities to lose the virginity ‘treasure’, but right when everything will just be about to happen, I remember how much of mama’s good boy I really am. Sometimes, there is no protection. That should not be a problem you would think. Yeah, it is not, just that I haven’t got myself ready for the sex issue.

But it happened…

I would say it was law of attraction getting me what I wanted. With the plenty ‘yabs’ I get from my peeps, I started thinking so much of rolling into bed with just any girl at all as my girlfriend isn’t ready for sex yet. First, I started getting close to a girl whom I hoped to experiment with. Second, I got me some condoms and lubes. Then, the opportunity played out.

Thanks to my ‘Communication Research’ lecturer and his love for marathon classes. It was on a Tuesday, I came back from school by 6:30pm from a lecture that began by 8:30am. Wondering how truthful this is, you can ask any of my coursemates. I came back from school very tired; ate some pop corn I got on my way back from school; drank a bottle of ‘smoov chapman’; pulled my shirt; undid my belt and dived to my bed.

I woke at exactly 10:13pm feeling very hungry. I went to my kitchen to make some noodles, but couldn’t find my gas stove. I hurried to Nekky’s room to collect the gas stove I had borrowed her earlier in the morning before I went to school. I knocked twice on Nekky’s door, but there was no response, so I pushed the door, it opened.

On the bed was a wet big purple towel and there was Nekky completely stark selecting clothes from the wardrobe. I did the first thing my mind said I should do at the sight of her fine, well taken care of skin that was more tempting than those of the popular models and porn stars.

I walked close to where she was. I held her waist and she startled and turned instantly making her bosom press against my chest. I held her waist and could feel her very soft ass, I scanned her smiling, noticing some beauty that dressing up in good clothes covers. She was charming and good to behold naked.

I planted a kiss on her lips which she resisted trying to push me off. But I kissed her harder, massaging her soft ass and her boobs at the same time until she melted under my touch and kisses moaning gently. She was a good kisser and I enjoyed every bit of the foreplay. Before long, I pulled her to the bed, hurriedly got off my singlets and my trousers and my boxers. The thought of being my mama’s good boy never crossed my mind. She had condom, so protection wasn’t an issue.

The rest I’m sure you know is ‘herstory’.  

Thursday, 9 July 2015

No 'ruler'

He looked a shadow of himself- Our father. He was struggling to say what he wanted to say. That was unusual of my father. He was never like that. He looked as one who hasn’t caught enough sleep lately. He looked confused and puzzled. He seemed to have lost all the words he knew how to say to musing at us as though he pitied and feared for us. He opened and closed his mouth, yet no sounds came out. He shivered all over his body. Neither of us moved nor said a word, we only exchanged quizzical looks that showed our wondering if our father was alright.

We were all calmly sitted waiting for our father to talk or begin the meeting. It was the first time he ever called to ask every one of us, his children to return home for a family meeting. The urgency in his voice and the dire need with which he conveyed his message over the phone set us alarmed. Three of my older siblings had called simultaneously just after our father hung up after he had summoned me for the family meeting. They felt I would have a clue being my father’s closest child. But I had no answers. Our mother was more bothered than four of us put together.

We all sat after dinner to listen to what our father would say. He turned and opened the file next to him brought out a typed written piece which he handed to the oldest of his children with his hand shaking. My heart pounded at that instance, several thoughts of what the paper could contain ran through my mind.
My older brother passed it to my older sister, the first among the girls, who passed it to my immediate elder sister who passed it to me. Yet neither of them said a word. A tear dropped from the eyes of my immediate elder sister when she passed me the paper and went to where my mother was and sank into the seat next to her, embracing her and whispering gently to her. I wondered why no one said a word as I hastily looked through the paper I had.

I noticed my father seemed a bit comfortable now. He started recounting stories of the marriage, the courtship, the hard times, the good times, stories we have all heard and could tell better than him. He confessed that our mother had done nothing wrong. “But I have to do this”, he said.
He went on to say that he has been cheating almost all through the marriage. I noticed my elder brother’s mouth opened and closed yet no words came out. The oldest of the girls stood and walked from one end to another evidently trying to conceal her emotions. I fought back the tears that gathered in my eyes.

He continued by adding that the whole cheating became less three years ago after he met someone that he loves, someone he can die for, someone he wished he had met earlier, someone he said had stayed under our roof, someone whose name he mentioned. The divorce paper I was still holding fell off my hand and those tears that I have fought fell off my eyes. “Jesus Christ!” I shouted feeling guilty as I was the one who introduced our father’s lover to my family.

My elder brother now spoke or rather shouted. He shouted in such vexation that I have never seen him in. My father was calm all the time my elder brother shouted at him. He said he would disown my father if the divorce process wasn’t stopped, then he stormed out of the sitting room angrily with our mother rushingly following him for reasons I couldn’t make out.

The older of the girls queried our father on what she would tell her children happened to their grandfather, on what she would say brought about the divorce and why it had come when it came. She tossed questions upon questions on our father until she probably ran out of questions and sat.

My immediate elder sister threw her wedding invitation card on the table asking our father who he intends would sign her wedding documents on her wedding day in a month time. She asked him what impression her husband’s people would have about our family.

I was so speechless. Dumb more to say as all of us knew deep down us that nothing said or done would alter a thing considering how stubborn and obstinate our father could be. It pained me greatly that the 38 years marriage is ending this way, that my induction into the medical profession wouldn’t have my family together, that our father, no my father is leaving my mother for my boyfriend few weeks after gay marriage was legalized in Nigeria.

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Up and Coming: Zunex Makeover

Zunex Makeover is the place to call when you need a perfect make up touch. The makeup house is owned by Uche Ezeudu, a university student who also is a writer, unpublished though. It was a great privilege to bring to you this exclusive interview with this up coming make up artist cum writer. ENJOY!!!


Tell us about your self: My name is Uche Ezeudu and I’m a 300level student of Mass Communication, Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka. I’m from Anambra State though based in Lagos. I’m a writer (Unpublished for now) and I’m a makeup artist also.

How long have you been a makeup artist? : Not long, say nine months now. You can call me a grown baby in makeup artistry.

How did you start? : I got fascinated by the beautiful faces I see on TV, made up faces on magazines, so I decided to actually go into the art of makeup, fuelled by this decision, I decided to learn makeup.

What has been your greatest challenge so far? : My greatest challenge so far has been commuting to far areas where my services are needed.

What are your greatest achievements? : By God’s grace, I have achieved a lot. I’ve learnt a lot on the job. For pageantries, those that I’ve made up have been winning and people love what I do with their faces, all thanks to God.

What are your motivations? : My motivations have been to be a popular brand name like Omoge Adumaradan, Dazeita Makeover etc.

Your role models? : My role models are Jennifer Olaleye, Kiru Taye.

What else if you weren’t a makeup artist? : If I wasn’t a makeup artist, I would be a Fashion Designer.

How do you combine your work as a makeup artist with your academics? : Believe me, it’s not been easy but God has been faithful to me. I’ve just had to make out more time for my academics and sometimes reject jobs.

Do you have plans to continue after school? : Yes, I have big plans to continue as a makeup artist. I have to leave my mark in this world.

What are your plans for the future? : My plans are to be an established writer cum makeup artist. I also plan to bring these two abilities to a page.

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