AFRICAN STORIES

Story by Akin Omo Akin

My body is fine and tender, my skin as soft as that of a newly born baby, and lips so sexy that a thousand men  would fall when words escape them.I am that one perfect creation of the sixth day. A spotless and radiant body is worth beholding by all eyes that see. My body is a perfect definition of a mans fantasy, and thats the reason I exhibit my model-like figure. A hundred pictures from an angle, just to have a perfect shot. My love for photos grew to become a bad habit. I love outdoor poses, but the best are taken indoors. My lingerie is adorable, and skin tight enclasp my curves.


More poses attracts more social media pages likes, more comments and attentions all I have ever wanted. I wanted more likes than usual, so i decided to go weirder and bizarre. Pant half worn, G-strings preferably. My boobs are barely clothed, but I love them screaming out loud. Indeed it worked, but I have totally lost my innocence and it sometimes freaks me out. The advances i receive daily are numerous, but I have some that keeps my head up and my eyes stocked to the screen of my phone.

Particularly that of his, Mr Michael, he is my most admired follower on Instagram. I read most of his direct messages and I got overwhelmed by his world of fantasy with his lascivious obscene sayings. A photographer is what he called himself, he has a lot of beautiful and gleaming pictures of ladies that got me thrilled in his profile, professional looking photoshoot on modeling. He invited me over to his place and without hesitation I harkened into every lead that took me to his world.

On getting to his apartment, my expectations were daunted. I was hoping to see picture, portraits or any form of artistry but I didn't. I had the best shot of my life and I thought that was all, unknowingly it was the beginning of my mystery. It all dawned on me after our first sex of seven rounds, although I wasn't surprised, before I left home, I had prepared for the sex but not other things he did to me afterwards. He was dominant and had me submit to his sexual urge, more like him making me a character in his sexual narrative. He inject me with unknown fluids day and night, with my hands tied. I became his sex machine, courting more than 11times daily. At a certain stage he wasn't satisfied with the sex anymore he did a lot of nasty and unspeakable things with me. Days over days, weeks of solicitation, I was lost in time like a spill ashes. I was stripped of humanity "ahh iya je mi" and fordeem to beg for my freedom. My beg and plea fell deaf ears for  they, were all meaningless to him.

At exactly one month, I was injected with this particular fluid, everything went blank I had no experience of what fluid I had been injected with. I woke  up in the middle of no where with absolutely nothing to remember, I saw an envelope before me, and what I found in them were pictures of my nakedness and nasty things I have done with Michael, with an inscription boldly written on one of the photos that says thus

"You're the 44th girl that has gone through this and you're among the 24th lucky survival of this escapades good luck"

I'm only alive today because I didn't lose my breath to this sanity. Life became darkening, depressive, miserable and unworthy to live afterward for I am the architect of my calamity. Don't be like me, learn from my story.

My secondary education was very fast, I had scourge through the jamb brochure, looking for presentable yet an easy course that would fetch good money at the end of my graduation,so I could put a smile on my mother's face and fulfill her dream. University of ilorin seems to be the most familiar of all institution in most of the pages I have opened. I registered for utme and also remedial.

Few months later I got a text that have been offered a provisional admission for the remedial program. It wasn't easy for my mother but she had to let go of me. Few days later I left for the program. Funny enough the place was more of a village. The name itself sounds weirder than anyone could ever imagine (Fufu) somewhere in Ilorin south.

Pre-university life was an awesome experience. There were lot of people from different states both the good,intelligent,decent kids and also smokers,touts and indecent ones. I happened to live with other types of the kids, the gangling,indecent,dull,unintelligent and party freaks. Tunde, my roommate posses even more bad characteristics than the one have listed, he doesn't read, cook , clean up or do anything concerning our room. I have never for once complained tho. on different occasions he'll come to the hostel with his girlfriend and I'd have no other choice than to sleep with our neighbor. Its goes like that sequentially and practically almost every time.

I was very young, the youngest,most of those people in my hostel both the male and female barely have social talks with me because they believed have got little or no experience, I was isolated,secluded and even shattered. But between them, there seemed to be a strong bond. That doesn't change who have been or how each and everyone of them sees me , in fact I answer errands for them. Just maybe if I do so they'd probably hold me along with them but it all went in vain.

Few months later I was already used to the isolation, so there came a time they were to attend a party, the rich boy who was originally invited to the party had gotten a table for 10 ticket and they all waited patiently for the day. On the day of the party they've all dressed up shinning and glittering in fashion, I was outside staring at them like a lost soul, as they set to leave for the party, they counted themselves and discovered that there were 9th of them. The last girl (Tola) that was supposed to perfect their figure had gone home on emergency.
So they came to me and tell me to dress up, that I'd be following them.

I made a beeline into my room happily, brought out my best cloth, I was about to put it on when the cloud changed and everything turned around ? I asked myself why me ? Why would I be a replacement? Why would I be a second choice? Why would I trade my self esteem for ordinary party? Oh no this isn't me , I can't do it, I won't do it, I'm not even going, I concluded.

That was the best decision I could remember that have made so far in the journey of my adulthood, I didn't trade my self esteem and human value over a party. Whatever the case, aspire and work towards being the first choice. You're expensive, don't sell yourself cheap.


Happy new month!!!

     I have never fully engaged my entire soul in a relationship, I never stayed much loyal and commited, almost all the relationship i have affianced has always been a load of burden to the girl involved. I believed I wasn't emotionally matured enough to contend a relationship because most of my primary proficiency on it were exhibit during my tender age,I was a teen, I know little or nothing about vindicating a romantic affair,how could I possibly know something about it when I had the first experience in my jss3 at secondary school.

Life remained what it has always been, nothing changed, rain still falls sun still rises, nature remain the same but people change with time, i changed. my first year in university has an ephemera story of love, for the first time I actually felt something for someone, I told her about it and just like every other girls have dated at first she rejected , she said no, not really because she doesn't like me but because she's not ready for a relationship, I knew that myself,everything was coincidence, she just broke up with her boyfriend, although she didn't tell me, but I could read it in her face that she must have gone through a lot of emotional traumatization. after alot of proofs and persuasion,she finally agreed to date me, I was happy ,because for the first time I'm asking a girl out not because I want to know what she tastes  like but because I love her.


Time went by, I got tired of the relationship because she was too in it far beyond my comprehension,she was inlove with me much more than I desired or wanted in return. It wasn't even love anymore she was so obsessed with me, she worshiped me. I had enormous power over her emotion, I controlled her,I could do whatever I want with her. She would called me every 30minute to ask if have eaten or not, and I would get mad and address her anyhow i pleases. clearly it wasnt normal, sometimes when she do all of these things I wouldn't stop wondering if she was actually the tough girl I used to know, the savage girl that turned me down on our very first encounter , shes fading off my life gradually I wanted to be away from her, miss contacts and ceased being sexually active with her, but whatever I wanted shes seeking the opposite in multiple folds, she's always willing to be around me, she was so into love than I have control over her even more than her Father.  She boosted my ego, everything changed with me , I didn't love her anymore but to her it seem we just started the relationship, she turned into my atm machine, gave me money even when I didn't ask her


Sooner i was out of patience, I couldn't cope anymore, I started feeling irritated on every glance of her sight, I was fatigued ,Tired and frustrated. I started cheating on her with her friends, sometimes she would caught me engaging on some sexual drive with a girl, she wouldn't say anything, she's so inlove with me that whatever I do seems right, I wanted off the relationship but I might kill her if I talked her out of it, I wanted her to see that I'm not worth that kind of love,maybe just then she would walk out of the relationship herself, it was like I will wait till Jesus comes because everyday what she felt for me was multiplying, there was a day I thought I was close to achieving my aim, she caught me with her friend kissing in my hostel,unlike every other day,she confronted me and we got into argument,just like an opportunity for me to finally back out, I said I'm not interested anymore, we should let go and moved on, she went down on my feet , weeping like a lost child, I pitied her and I took back my word, I didn't do that out of love, I did it out of pity.

We are finally going to break up, but that day didn't come,it'd never come,I took my phone this faithful day and I texted her a break up message, it Was late in the night, I explained everything she has been doing , how awkward and unspeakable it is, one way or the other she slipped through the darkness and came into hostel, I was surprised and infuriated, stood on my fit to prevent her for coming in, whatever you want to say can't you wait till tomorrow? I asked angrily. what if something happened to you? What do u want with me? I'm no longer interested, I don't love you anymore, what exactly do you want?

She replied thus

Because I don't want my relationship with you to be like others, I have dated two guys before, It usually my fault and I always have myself to blame I don't want it this way with you  because if I dont make effort to keep us together  it I'll keep passing on from guys to men and to guys all over. I'm doing all of these because I had to, my ex broke up with me because he thought I didn't cared about him, I left him without having a second thought of sorting it out and I'm not willing to  make that mistake anymore that  is why I'm making every effort to protect our relation.........

I didn't allowed her pronounced the final word I kissed her and held her in my grip, she didn't win my heart with only her beauty she won it with her word, it is when you dislike something that it constantly appears irritating to you, when you like it it'd be beautiful, in my eyes, Evelyn was the most beautiful girl have seen that very Day,it was like the beginning of our love, it was like extinction too.

My dear ladies, he his pigheaded and egocentric?he wanted out of your relationship what have you done to keep him? Let the bastard go? Right, anybody can change she changed me with  words, words are like spirit they are powerful, how many guys would you date ? Why do you think you can't change him!! Its your relationship, try exercising little effort before you break it.

By Adetokunbo Ajenifuja

“Benita. When I close my eyes, you are all I see, not darkness. That’s why I call you the light of my life, the light that banished the shadows of my soul. I want you. I really do.”

His voice was silky yet so keen, stealing into her chest for the treasure therein. Speechless, she tilted her head, shuffling her feet on the grass.

The wind teased its sweep, the tree its dance, its foliage pressing upon the teenagers, low enough as if to hearken their words.

“Please, say something.” Kenneth was losing his patience.



“I’ve told you times without number that I don’t feel the same!” She blurted with a blank face, “We can still remain best of friends!”

He regarded her with an I-don’t-expect-nothing-less kind of look. It’s been six months since he started confessing his love to her. There is no gambling worse than wooing a woman, said his late grandfather. You’re not likely to win at the first, second or third trial. But never relent. Never. Alas, you might never win at all and lose to gamblers with good fortune. Kenneth could attest to that now, how much of a loser he’d become.

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“What else do you have to say?” She snapped, picked up her iron pail, and left for the stream. He stared at her. She seemed a suitable model, proud, as fierce as the swing of her wide hips.
BENITA

I was at the stream, feeling sorry for my reaction to Kenneth, my secret lover. My friends were just approaching, four of them. I’d told them about Kenneth, my church member, but none of them had met him. He was now in the company of three boys near the stream, under the mango tree.

“That’s him,” I whispered to my friends, The tallest among them, the one with fair skin.”

“You mean that cute one with…” one was gesticulating to emphasize on Kenneth’s bulky frame.

“Yeah,” I affirmed.

“Oh my God!” Somebody exclaimed.

“No tell me sey you never gree o,”

“I haven’t jor.” I told them.

“But your shakara too much sha.”

“What if he doesn’t ask again?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ve bought the love card I’m going to present to him, as a surprise. I will meet him in church tomorrow.”

***

“On the following day, Kenneth didn’t come to church, so I…..”

“Grandma, but you eventually presented the card to him right?” I’m interrupted by the most inquisitive of my four granddaughters, all seated on the sofa before me.

“What year was that?” That’s the youngest of them, a girl of eighteen.

“…around ’56, my daughter. As I was saying, I headed for his house, the love card in my Bible. On getting there, I met a crowd of people, his mother weeping at the verandah, his father stamping his feet. They said Kenneth died overnight, from severe stomach ache. I broke down in tears, my Bible fell. Staring at the card, I hated myself, cursed myself. I placed the card on his grave, kneeling there, crying, willing Kenneth to hear my love confession, but it is too late.”

“Too sad.”

“Touching.”

“Eeeyah.”

“A super story…”



“Thank you, my children. I’m not asking you to make yourself too available to men. Women are supposed to be
treasures, something expensive. Yet if you love somebody, don’t take too long to show it, because you never know when you might lose them.”

       Certainly he has made this hijab not for me to cover my bemired,besmirched and unclean but chasteness modesty and purity. The society prefers me to be unclad, to dress in almost nudity, to look exactly like the unbelievers wallowing in obliviousness of western world, but with my hijab, I stand completely different, completely out of fordeem appearances He (ALLAH) spoke against in the Holy Qur'an.

With my hijab I could walk around the world blissfully,satisfactorily and delightedly. I have nothing to be scared of but something to be accord on. selectively and uniquely respected,because my hijab doesn't makes me look like one of them. Who dress in the way of Satan, who have their hair exposed to take more than thousands of curses from Angels Every Day. The way I'm addressed is in accordance of probity, well presented and capable enough to win a lost soul.


My Hijab didn't bring respect and rectitude alone, it also uncloak and unmask my stunning beauty. I have been condemn to look horrible in my pride (hijab) I have been beguile too, on how I'll look prettier than queen Elizabeth, if I throw off my Hijab. But I cannot be deceived, not because I followed and still following his path alone but because I value his existence and superiority over all creature of the world (Allah).

The people of my age have said alot to me, tormented my life because I got my pride covered. They wondered how I still have my hijab on during hot weather but they don't know that I'm not like them, when you're used to something it'd get to a stage that it'd not have any effect in your life anymore no matter how well and often you do it. I'm used to my dignity, I'm used to my hijab that I don't even know when it is hot.

My hijab my saviour, my redeemer of evil that lives in the heart of men. You were like a scare crow that affright away all types of evils that men are capable of. While they all married to braids and weavon, wool and artificial hairs just to have the attention of common people of the world, I stick to my hijab to seek a place in the hereafter.
My Hijab my dignity
My hijab my self-esteem
My Hijab my pride
ISLAM my WORLD.