AFRICAN STORIES

Story by:- AKIN OMO AKIN

Hunger ate the better portion of me the entire day since I was running errands for my senior sibling who supported me in the college and accommodated me.

As I staggered to the dining, I was disillusioned when I understood that supper wasn't in the table. I  made a beeline back to my room. As I climbed the stairs, my legs couldn't carry me however I figured out the way into my room. I chose to clean up as the sustenance (food) is being  prepared; Lilian, my sibling's wife on the other hand hasn't been an awful cook, I trusted she'll make the pottage yam worthwile. The shower hurried out and sprinkled on my afro-hair, dribbled down my face, then to my back. The temperature of the water ended up plainly hot when it arrived on my legs. Everything worked out perfectly as I was washing endlessly,the stress and worries of the day.

as I was making the most of my shower, I heard foot steps, yet then the foam cleanser had secured and gotten the vital side of my face. I managed to say"who's there?".
Since the entire duplex is occupied by me, my sibling and his wife.my sibling wasn't around, along these lines, beside Lilian, there's no other individual with me in that huge house. Who then might would it be? Is it ideal to say that it was Lilian? No! it couldn't be. She'd need nothing to do inside my room, regardless of the possibility that she required or needs me she'd rather call me, she generally does. I was in a draw of considerations, yet I summoned fearlessness to roar once more "who is there?"

No reaction came however the footsteps continued shutting in towards the restroom. I washed off the foam cleanser, tied my towel and bounced out to know who is attempting to invade my privacy.

Lo! And behold, it was Lilian standing right inside my room, covered just with her white towel.

"What's it ma'am, I thought you're preparing supper… " or do you wish to se............nd, I said before she cut me off.

"Tonio, I've instructed you to address me by my name, Lilian" she said coming closer and having her full chest rumbling on mine. She appeared to have showered as well, I could perceive the scent Secrets of Jennifer Lopez, her favourite soap.

"What do you want Lilian?" I said in shock.

"Everything is not been said, do what you should" she said with a voice brimming of full seduction, her laps was continuously bumping on mine and before I could express a word her pink lips found mine. It was a long kiss and her lips possessed a flavor like strawberry.

Having anything to do with my sister-in-law was the exact opposite thing I wanted. My sibling would be disappointed if by chance he discovers. Be as it may, imagine a scenario in which she was putting me to test. Imagine a scenario where my sibling knew about this. Imagine a scenario in which this would later happened to be one of these ladies tricks. Exactly what if?.

I was gulped in a sea of "what if" yet I never thought of the more regrettable thing until it came; and that was "Consider the possibility that my brother gets us on doing this".

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As we kissed, I went deep, however she was far away, my manhood has already stood still. We fingered ourselves impractically until she extricated her towel. I beheld her full chest and hip, she'd a spotless shave. Before I could articulate another word from my mouth she pushed me on the quaint bed and we started having sex. We reached climax and was both carried away by pleasure before I sighted my sibling stranding by the entryway with a rifle in his grasp. I needed to bounce off and explain for myself, however the following thing I heard was "gbum". The projectile from the weapon penetrated my trunk.

I opened my eyes just to understand that I was on the feasting seat.i didnt go to the room,i never took shower Lilian scooped yam from the pot and my brother was having his office file recorded in his laptop taking a gander look at me just as if he comprehended what had happened in my dream.

"Old boy dozing off on a chair" he muttered.

"Won't you eat before you rest" Lilian said, smilling at me.

Gracious! It was a dream filled with fantasies Yet, WHAT IF it was real?

Hey baby! I have wanted to call you, but I don’t know of a better way to communicate this to you on phone. I’m pregnant as shown in the test result I got from the clinic this afternoon. I am scared and confused. Please get back to me as soon as possible.”

Immediately after reading the last line of her text, I was frozen. My heart stopped for a moment and it continued vibrating the next minute. I have never received this kind of text message in my entire life. I didn’t only feel like a failure, I was also disappointed in myself.

“This is not the right time,” I whispered to myself.

I am the youngest person in my family and every of my older siblings is yet to be married. How could I have possibly been so careless at this delicate moment of my life? I will be writing my final exams in a few months time, which implies that I will be graduating thereafter. I tried to think of the situation, but all I could see was the night we spent together – the Fifty Shades of Grey kind of a night. We had it in the best way, and the totality of our body sunk into the dark night. “Skin to skin” and without any precautions whatsoever.

I didn’t reply her message since my plans had already changed. I knew what I was going to do. I was going to reject and deny the pregnancy. Let the worst come to be. More messages and missed calls, all unattended to. She eventually stopped texting neither did she call afterward. I thought that was all. Probably, in my thoughts, she must have aborted the pregnancy.



Barely a month later, while I was in my room reading for my final examination, I heard a bang on the gate. This wasn’t unusual as I thought it was my sister. She does that whenever she feels really pressed. I hurried to the gate expecting to see my sister’s face, rather it was Dolapo and her Mom. Already, I knew there was trouble.

“Is he the one?” Dolapo’s Mom asked her aggressively.

“Yes,” she responded in a tone almost nearing a whisper.

“What are you talking about,” I shouted out loud showing some annoyance on my face.

Now, the argument was getting louder and my mother came out to see what was going on.

Dolapo’s mom instantly confronted my mother and explained to her what happened and informed her that Dupe was already three months pregnant. My mom asked me if I was responsible for the pregnancy. I denied without any hesitation. Eventually, my mom was forced to believe me and she lent her support. I realised she saw me as one of the coolest and most reserved of her children. She must have had other reasons to believe my words though. The whole case eventually died down and I thought that was all.

Many years later, I had raised my own family. My last son was just a carbon copy of me. On one fateful day, we were all in the house watching a movie, when, all of a sudden, we heard a knock on the gate. It was a lady and her daughter. On sighting the woman, I felt guilty and thought of my Dupe of many years ago. She has now returned to destroy my family. This time around she had brought our daughter who is pregnant with my son. At that moment I knew I have lost peace in my family. I am now a victim of the secret I thought was buried in the past. It was complete disaster afterward

By Ajenifuja Adetokunbo

The cold was growing stronger by each passing moment. So was my feelings for her.

Between us, on the mahogany log, was what seemed a mile but I wished we were skin-to-skin close. Our eyes rested on the pathway leading to the farm. Our minds pregnant with words unsaid. Words stringed with fragments of our emotions. Instead, we spoke with our souls, with our bodies, our eyes. The foliage of the tree had been dripping with iced water, the liquid cascading down our bodies, drenching us. She couldn’t stop shivering, hugging herself, tightly. Her figure was barely visible in the shadows of the woods, under the massive foliage of an orange tree. At least, here was better than the open – the dimmed daylight – where heaven was pouring down and increasing with every rumble of thunder, with every flash and dash of lightning. Praises to this hilly earth. Or flood would have swept us away. The clothing on her were pieces of tie-dye wrappers. One tied round her breasts and another from her waist to her knees – otherwise she was naked. I loved her costume. In it her breasts were always defined, her melon-shaped breasts, as well as the loaded cheeks of her bums. Hers were generous curves…this goddess.

She threw a glance at me. Through the corner of my eyes I caught her. Twice our eyes had met, and then my heartbeat had rivaled the ‘ptarr-ptarr’ of the rain against the plants – our only witnesses besides the gods. Our bodies yearning and this might be the only moment we had, forever. The moment we had craved for many moons – six or seven moons ago – the moment to be together in a lone place. A place where we could make our first love. Her father had admonished her to keep away from men. Intercourse would be too much, until her brideprice was settled. Until her wedding night. Failure to comply, her father warned, would result into destruction for her and such partner. I was incapable to be Anike’s betroth. This I knew. Not that I was too young as a lad of twenty-five. I just needed to acquire a farmland – a large one at that – to grow crops, preferably yams. Or cocoa. I had come from the Ayan, the drummers clan. All her parents wanted was a man wealthy enough to pay her price. Not the son of ‘Ayan’ like me,
popularly called beggars. That’s why I must start farming. With that, I would be able to pay her brideprice worth lot of yams and goats and other items. Then I would be fit to call myself a man.



A man, our people say, is the one who provides more than his woman needs. I was not only bulky but strong enough to singlehandedly cultivate fifty acres of farmland in a period of one market week. My strength had earned me the prize of the best wrestler among my peers, hence I was a popular fighter. Anike had won my heart among many

She threw a glance at me. Through the corner of my eyes I caught her. Twice our eyes had met, and then my heartbeat had rivaled the ‘ptarr-ptarr’ of the rain against the plants – our only witnesses besides the gods. Our bodies yearning and this might be the only moment we had, forever. The moment we had craved for many moons – six or seven moons ago – the moment to be together in a lone place. A place where we could make our first love. Her father had admonished her to keep away from men. Intercourse would be too much, until her bride price was settled. Until her wedding night. Failure to comply, her father warned, would result into destruction for her and such partner. I was incapable to be Anike’s betroth. This I knew. Not that I was too young as a lad of twenty-five. I just needed to acquire a farmland – a large one at that – to grow crops, preferably yams. Or cocoa. I had come from the Ayan, the drummers clan. All her parents wanted was a man wealthy enough to pay her price. Not the son of ‘Ayan’ like me, popularly called beggars. That’s why I must start farming. With that, I would be able to pay her bride price worth lot of yams and goats and other items. Then I would be fit to call myself a man.



A man, our people say, is the one who provides more than his woman needs. I was not only bulky but strong enough to singlehandedly cultivate fifty acres of farmland in a period of one market week. My strength had earned me the prize of the best wrestler among my peers, hence I was a popular fighter. Anike had won my heart among many other maidens, many admirers. And I must do all I could to possess her. I was attracted not only by her beauty but her petiteness.

We used to meet secretly along the stream, same place she accepted my love, before she was tortured by her father. For the past four moons her father had tumbled a bridge between us. The cane scars still visible on her body. Somebody must have told her father about us. He could as well know by himself. Ogunbanwo, who was Anike’s father, was a powerful hunter known across our village and beyond. His magic was very potent, which was the cause of my fear, my restrictions. He had slain a tiger and used its teeth to make a necklace, its skin a hunting garb. He could turn to anything, wild things. He could disappear and appear anywhere at will. He inherited his power from his father who had been a great warrior. It was said that Ogunbanwo had fortified all his children, including Anike, so that no evil could befall them. A man had aimed to slap one of his children only to get struck by lightning. The victim was awake in three days not before feeding on dog’s excreta, the only remedy.

I believed the rain was falling for me, for us. The gods had favoured us. Mama had sent me to the farm as soon as the wind began. I’d been sent to fetch some firewood she’d gathered there. On my way back, wading through the deluge, I stumbled on Anike under this tree, her basket of dried cocoa lying beside her. We didn’t greet with words but smiles. Hers was a magical smile, the grey of her full moon eyes gleaming with desire.

For seven moons it had not rained in our village. I imagined our hut, how cool its wall would feel tonight, same way I imagined Anike’s wall, that constricted wall and its heavenly warmth. I wanted to worship her. I wanted to touch…to feel her skin, which was as coloured and as gleaming as an oily gourd in the sun.

Our eyes met again and she did not – could not – look away. Come into me, said her eyes. When her eyes beckoned again, and again, I knew my dream would come to pass. I inched closer to her, which she reciprocated.

I pulled off my ‘dashiki’ shirt to reveal my bare chests which the villagers likened to pair of mighty rocks. Bit by bit, our hands clasped together, our body quivered with such startling strangeness my tissues sparked to life. My nerves crackled like kindred firewood. She let out a soft sigh. The feeling was mutual, of course. Instinctively, we sat astride the log.

Slowly, I planted my lips in hers. Full and well formed lips. We Sucked. We wrestled with our tongues. Our necks had grown minds of their own, cocking our heads from left to right. We licked and gulped our juices; as intoxicating a liquid as fresh palmwine. My hands accommodated her melons, those soft mounds, squeezing them, kneading them, until they swelled and grew tight. Her body jerked from each touch as though she was tickled in the armpit. I felt her breaths quickened after mine, invading my lungs, and I was intoxicated more. Her heart beating ten times the normal. I felt it. I felt the pounding. I heard it even.

My hands extended to her waist, fiddling with her waist beads, hers around my back. Our bodies grinded together while I kissed the side of neck, upwards, in slow-steady pace.

Her breasts, which I had stripped naked, began vibrating against my chest, or so I felt, exuding warmth, sticky from the water drops, sucking my cold to oblivion. Their proud peaks piercing my chests, soothing…very soothing, the bulge in my shorts jerking to its final fullness at last. Feeling my hardness against her thighs, she fretted, trying to squirm herself free. But too late. I had locked her legs around my waist and my monster, pulled out, had sought its way between her thighs. Skin to skin, I could almost feel the heat now. But I felt the tickles of slimy things, warm wetness, and the pulsations of hooded fleshes. Swollen fleshes.

“I..I want you…now…Ayanbiyi.” She breathed, moaned actually, clutching onto me as desperately as if she was dying and I held the antidote to her life, to her survival.

I would not have hesitated to grant her wish if all had not been playing out in my head, If all had not been a fantasy.

There she was, my mistress, eyes resting on the pathway, our positions unchanged, everything unchanged, except the bulge in my shorts. We were restrained still by the fear of the unknown