My diary.. (Tracy)

26/10/2013.

So, yesterday, my dog decided socks was the new chicken... there's no other plausible reason for explaining her munching down the sock, the dog eats like a vacuum cleaner sometimes, anything and everything.
Now, while to some people this might be funny, it actually isn't when she's tryna take a shit and can't... which invariably means there's a 50% chance she has an intestinal obstruction... which isn't good, being as surgery is the only way to remove said obstruction...
So, while i watched her struggle to make poop last night unsuccessfully, of course i grew concerned. she's off to the vet's now... i have my fingers crossed. #PleasePrayForTracy she's in God's waiting room for a miracle...

Lagos Wahala...

Working ain’t beans. That’s a fact. Working in Lagos is another issue on its own ohh!!! Dah shit is cray mehnn!! The traffic today was extremely terrible. The roads are not even helping the matter. The entire situation is really saddening. Everyone is looking up to Fashola, who by the way is not living up to d slogan he coined, ‘Eko o ni Baje” ... and pipu wee be singing it up and down… I mean, are these people blind nii?? How many Ekos are we talking about here?? Bad roads too dey ohh!! 

In the meanwhile, our made men (entrepreneurs and celebrities) need to give bk. If u have the money, develop us small pls instead of always putting the blame on the government when the majority of us evades tax payments… 

Making Memories... the I.C.H.S. way

I recently connected with a few of my classmates from my secondary school days… crazy bunch of people aswear… and in-between the reminiscing and laughter… now unacceptable nicknames and all that, one thing is certain… Making Memories is the best thing ever!

So, do all the crazy shit u’ve gotta do… break the rules… live on the edge… these things make the best memories. In all our gists, nobody has remembered sitting in class all through a lecture. The crazy shit stays wif us forever. YOU ONLY TRULY LIVE ONCE! So, while at it, make amazing memories people!!!!

Love all ds ICHS peepz! :*

Scattered Thoughts of a Broken Heart...

They say a true writer can immerse themselves into a situation, empathize with another, feel the pain, feel the joy… that’s what happened here. A friend told me a story, and when I got back home, I thought about it. Really thought… and a romantic at heart, it made me cry. Not cos I’m a weakling, but cos I could relate, just like any girl could, to love found, love lost, love missed… This is a story of how I think it would happen in a movie, d sad part before they both realize they are stupid and race back to each other… it could take forever, two months or two years, but true love always conquers all right?....

This is d picture I painted… their goodbye before hello...

“Let me start of saying that i'm sorry to barge into your life like this again, i can give no plausible reason for doing so, except to say, maybe i'm looking for some closure. i'm also sorry this might be a long rambling letter, and i may digress at some points, but right this minute, with tears flowing down like silent rain, i'm running basically on raw emotions. i always thought being strong meant having to stand up for myself, its all i've come to believe... tonight i'm just weak enough, to share my thoughts, to hell with this pride, write this note.

They say to get over a person you put all what your feeling into words, expressing urself fully and completely, and when you are done, u fold it up n toss it in the trash... i really dont see the use in that. so at the end of this letter, i might toss it into the recycle bin, or level up my courage and mail this, i'm nt sure how that wud go yet. All i know is, its almost 2am, but i wont sleep... at least not until i've poured this all out, and maybe then, you'd stay out of my dreams... my head... maybe i'd finally put d memories to rest...

i always thought i knew what love was. i was convinced i had had it in my life, but baby, nothing compared to my time with you. i lived thru moments i never knew i could, and somehow still came out loving you. i played, and i laughed,( and though sometimes u doubted it), like never before... i knew love, and i knew friendship, all in one place, and maybe dts y its so hard to let it go.

I understand i ended things. I understand its wrong to barge in like this given that fact, but somehow, i didn't know that road i took would lead us here. We'd taken that turn so many times before, I had, you had, but each time, the other was behind, honking us out, urging the other to pull over and get off that road. That didn't happen this time... but i'm still confused. I dunno whether i'm glad u let it be or if i'm hurt u didn't... regardless, its nearing two months down this road and i've realized nobody's tailing me and its high time i hit this accelerator and stop stalling.

For long days that stretched out into weeks that eventually into one month, all i wanted was the memories behind me. At other times i couldn't bear to not think of u. it might sound cheesy, but i see u in places you obviously weren't. I hear ur voice in my head.. u’ve become the little voice that has taken up residence in my head but never bothers paying rent, and right now, it whispers to me an echo of wt u sometimes used to say, after you would look at me for a while, then shake ur head and say, "u don't know sha". it breaks my heart just a lil more. i dunno y u affect me so, i wish u wouldn't. it'd mk this easier. But this is my reality.

i'm not proud of how i started with you, probably a story i could never tell my kids, but i have no regrets about the way it turned out. Regrets about the journey maybe, but not the destination. However it had happened, i had ended up knowing love like i did, and everything i let go and endured to have it.

No, it wasn't all about me, i realize u made sacrifices as well, and i appreciate that. it brought me you.

I remember the day we first kissed, after the night we were together which we had no business being...the night was crazed and full of hormones... but the day i kissed u... d day u kissed me, without all the craziness, i knew i could live to be a thousand, and visit all the countries in the world, be successful on all the continents, but nothing would ever compare to that moment when i first kissed u, really kissed u... i never told u this, but it was my little secret.

Each time i thought i couldn't do it again, my mind always took me bk to that moment and i couldn't do it. that was the one thing bigger than my pride.

Days following the end.. weeks even, i didn't wanna think about you anymore, and maybe during the day i could heap enough activities on myself to manage that. But when the sun went to sleep and the stars lit the earth, i stared at the ceiling all night long, unable to escape my thoughts. There's pictures of you all over my phone... of us... everyday the way that it was and could have been surrounds me. Everybody still thinks ur mine, new friends ask "who's ds?" and i say my bf... I always thought i was born to be ur girl.. and u mine.... but its all hit me hard tonight, its gonna hurt bad, but i hear it gets better, but I'd never get over you by hiding this way.

Isn't like it was all love and roses, smooth sailing to Damascus and bk.. u brought out the best me... u also brought out the worst. No one brought out the worst like u did. it scared me who i was capable of being in times like that.. the memory still leaves me shell shocked... it was always so intense. We loved hard, but fought even harder.we made d same mistakes over again. Everytime we fought i hated myself for it. Somehow, even though we still loved each other, we lost that magical bond that kept us together. When i close my eyes, i still see ur face, i still hear ur laugh. When i think of the future, i still see u in it. I still reach out for you in my sleep and remember how it felt when my head ws on ur chest and ur arms were around me, and we just watched a movie... These things are still real to me, but where they once brought comfort, now they leave me aching. Mind numbing aches.

Love, play and caring weren't enough. They were the concrete bricks of our relationship, but unstable without the corner stone of trust, made even worse with the suspicions that made the time together unbearable. in this baby, i will blame you, though i understand u r territorial, u made that more important than my feelings, a situation worsened by the pride i let draw me away because of this.

This was the reason for the end, and i fear we'd never be better people, maybe never be good for each other...

its hard.

I love you so much...

I'm still in love with you, even more so than that day u typed it on dt ipad...

But what does it truly mean to love a person? Now i believe it means that u care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.

It might sound real stupid, but i understand what that means, and if i have one wish for u, its that ur happy baby. In every thing and with whomever u come across, because i may never bring u dt. ur last words to me included how i'd never listen, value u, never mk u fl important or needed cos its always gon be about me. Maybe dts wt i'm doing now sef... but "i hope you find it, what ur looking for. i hope its everything you wish ur life cud be and so much more, i hope ur happy, wherever u r"... I'm in love with you baby. i fear i'd always be.

But its possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and in time, the grief... lessens maybe. it may never completely go away, but after a while, its not as overwhelming. That's my new philosophy. U once told me falling in love was the quickest and most effective remedy for a heart break, so if u've gone dt way, if u've found urself in some1 else's arms, I'd smile and be happy... But i'm leaving these memories with you tonight... take ur happiness, take ur space, take ur value, take ur respect... take it all. We have nothing left to weather. I deserve to smile again. But someday, i'd run across ur mind, and u'd wish... you'd think of me... as i'd always think of u... as i always do...”

In the end, I hope they grow into each other. I hope they race back to each other. I hope they have all they need to finally make it work… I know YOU understand. I hope they do…

What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy love story... Who isn't right?

ARE WE ARMING MAD MEN!!??

It was another hot day in Lagos sate. The 17^th of October 2013, just a few days after the Independence day celebration. Those of us with no meaningful thing to do as a result of the ongoing ASUU strike sat in our houses, too scared to venture into the sweltering sun. The rest of us however had to venture out, continuing the daily hustle, or just visiting friends. In my case, I had ventured out to get an attire I had already made a down payment for, and like any girl, I was excited at the prospect of a new cloth hanging in my wardrobe. I live along the LASU axis of Lagos and had taken a bus going towards EGBEDA. The usual madness of danfo drivers ensued; bad driving, sudden stops, etc. oh well, I don’t have a car so I have to make do. On one of these stops however at AKESAN bus stop, I noticed an ensuing altercation between a young man, not more than 25 and an otherwise older man, maybe about 35. Like every nosy Lagosian, the driver parked the vehicle wanting to “separate” this altercation. The argument took place in the local dialect (Yoruba), so I couldn’t be entirely certain of what was going on. Before we knew what was happening, a police vehicle arrived on the scene, and the few of us who still had a little faith in the police breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were keeping the peace in accordance to their duties.

But this was not to be, for on their arrival, they immediately joined in the altercation and started beating up the young man with their fists and batons. They were now about 5-6 men beating this unarmed man. Of course, every other person backed away, “nobody wants trouble”. Within a short amount of time, the boy was bleeding from several openings and was almost unconscious, but this was not the end. They eventually resorted to firearms and shot the boy, killing him immediately. Then they jumped into their truck and zoomed away. It was over in the shortest possible amount of time.

I stared on in shock and disbelief. NOO!! This did not just happen. NOO!! FOR HEAVENS SAKES, THE POLICE CAUGHT PEOPLE WHO PARTICIPATED IN “JUNGLE JUSTICE” I thought to myself. This did not just happen!!

But it did. And an innocent life was lost.

Again at the hands of those tasked with our safety.

THIS PICTURE WAS NOT TAKEN AT THE SCENE OF THE CASE IN QUESTION.

‘Law enforcement officials shall not use firearms against persons except in self defence or defence of others against imminent threat of death or serious injury, to

prevent the perpetration of a particular serious crime involving grave threat to

life; to arrest a person presenting such a danger and resisting their authority or

to prevent his or her escape and only when less extreme means are insufficient to

achieve these objectives. In any event, intentional lethal use of firearms may only

be made when strictly unavoidable in order to protect life.’

(Principle 9, United Nations' Basic Principles on the Use of Force and Firearms by law Enforcement

Officials. Adopted by the Eight United Nations Congress on the Prevention of Crime and Treatment of

Offenders, Havana, Cuba, 27 August to 7 September 1990.)

The above caption is a question I have continually found myself asking. It is a question more people should be asking. I mean, what is going on with this people given the task to keep us safe, to keep our streets safe, our roads… are they truly taking advantage of this situation? Or is it all just talk? We have degenerated to the point where it is now a norm, dare I say an accepted norm, where the extra judicial killings of individuals by the police force has become “another normal occurrence in Nigeria”, a stage where we shake our heads in pity and lament on how the men that make up this commission are at it again, business as usual, then we move along and continue our day.

Is this the way our great Independence fathers, the men that gave their lives for our freedom, that fought without fear for a land that was taken from us, that salvaged our pride as a nation, and gave us back our God given land and heritage envisioned the future? We celebrated that independence gotten, and we still celebrate every year upon a land we now daily desecrate with the blood of innocent men at the hands of the very people tasked with the duty to protect and serve.

The lawlessness of our police officers continually skyrocket. Violence and lawlessness meted out by the Police has been a recurring problem in Nigeria since colonial rule. An endemic that has plagued the nation from time immemorial, an endemic that gets worse every day, and yet, no meaningful legislation has been put in place to right these numerous and ever increasing wrongs. Violence by the Nigerian Police, is not only widespread, but is also manifested in several ways. An estimated study involving accused peole have shown that their arrests involved insults or abuse by the police. Roughly 35.9% were rough handled or slapped; 7.4% were beaten with a baton; and 3% were threatened with a gun.  As to why force was used on them, 24.2% said they did nothing to warrant the use of force, 3% resisted arrest, while 1.6% returned verbal abuse. 5.2% were assaulted because they questioned police behavior, and 22.5% were assaulted because they either refused to admit to the offence or make a statement.

Quite honestly, in the majority of legal systems, the major role of the police is to maintain order, keeping the peace through surveillance of the public, and the subsequent reporting and apprehension of suspected violators of the law. They also function to discourage crimes through high-visibility policing, and most police forces have an investigative capability. The  Police have the legal authority to arrest and detain, this authority provided for in the Police Act. Police officers also carry out routine community policing with the intent of keeping our communities and streets crime free and safe.

This however cannot be honestly attributed to the Nigerian situation. On the contrary however, police sitings’ on our streets and in our communities always bring a sense of foreboding to citizens and criminals alike. This is because more than often, the presence of the police, though might limit or completely stop crimes in such community from culprits, would bring a whole new set of crimes by the police officers themselves, from bribery to outright shooting and killing of otherwise innocent civilians. This has often been the case, as almost on a daily basis, crimes involving police officers have been reported, though no meaningful measures have been put in place to curb this madness.

Numerous instances of police violence, brutality and otherwise, misuse of their power and weapons have continually been occurring in society. When I relayed this story to my brother last night, he angrily told me about another occurrence he witnessed just recently, still at EGBEDA. He noticed an ensuing argument with a man and a police officer just a few feet away from the bus stop, but he wasn’t close enough to make out what was being argued about. After a few minutes of heated arguments, the police officer possibly frustrated from not having his way, unhitched his gun and shot in the air severally! To what? Prove a point? I find myself asking, what if that bullet had hit someone innocently making connections on a PHCN pole or a passerby or a person in a building nearby? The family of the deceased would have had to come to terms with the senselessness of the death of its member.

Make no mistakes, a lot of families have lost people from “accidental discharges”. I know of a family of little kids and a young husband that lost their mother and a wife as a result of this madness.

A lot more instances where police officers have been reckless with their power and or have become judge and jury in matters while carrying out routine community policing have led to a loss of numerous innocent lives, and in most instances, snuffing out the breadwinners of families.

The use of excessive violence in quelling student disorders led the AFRC in June 1986 to direct the police to use only rubber bullets in containing student riots. Reports of police collusion with criminals were common, as were official appeals to police officers to change their attitude toward the public, to be fair and honest, and to avoid corrupt practices. In an effort to reduce bribery and to make identification of offenders easier, police officers on beats and at checkpoints were not allowed to carry more than N5 on their person.

In September 2005, Nigeria withdrew 120 police officers serving in the UN Congo mission because of accusations that they had engaged in sexual abuses. This is a serious allegation, disgraceful and enormously embarrassing! What happens when our “heroes” become stupid sex crazed tyrants?? Who do we turn to for protection?

The NPF is alleged to follow a policy of "Fire for Fire" in which many captured suspects die in police custody or are "shot while attempting to escape". Decades of police and official corruption and continued failure to train police officers properly has led to a situation where extrajudicial killing is an accepted form of dealing with people the police believe to be criminals. The most recent victim of which is Yusuf Mohamed, the leader of the Boko Haram sect in Nigeria, was alive when captured by the army.

 The police is said to have, through the years, relied on ‘Police Force Order 237’ to commit extrajudicial killings. The order allows the police to shoot any suspect or detainees trying to escape or avoid arrest.

Hiding under the cover of the order, policemen are said to have perpetrated unlawful killings of 7,195 persons in four years, out of which 2,500 were detainees.

The inspector general of police recently introduced a new policy into the force, with hopes of curbing some of these violence and tyranny occasioned by our men in uniform, the ‘Code of Conduct and Professional Standards for officers of the Nigeria Police Force’, launched on the 10th day of January, 2013. Its aim to create a disciplined and ethical police. This so-called Code of Conduct has no sanction for its breach, therefore, it is a red herring, a ruse. Almost 9months down the road, nothing has changed, rather than repair, it shows worsening ineptitude each passing day. The Nigeria Police Force is a farce of what any police force should be. It is dysfunctional and lax in its duties.

We can all recall the student riot at the University of Uyo earlier this year. A student had been shot dead by the police whose business there was to restore peace and order.

Some explain away police violence in terms of the pathology of officers emphasizing the deficit in their education, social relations' skill, and psychological and moral quality. In Nigeria, the average policeman is inadequately educated for the roles he is expected to play, he is inadequately trained for the police work, he is poorly paid and even more poorly equipped and resented by the public. To my own way of reasoning, this is no excuse for the thoughtlessness and violence meted out by these mad men.

I believe the government should take more interest in the activities of these men, actually hold them accountable for their actions, and gradually purge the entire police force of the stigma that has come to be associated with it. This may be achieved from careful selection of those accepted into the force, taking extra care to ensure that criminals are not admitted to later be given arms. A clinical or surgical view is to be taken from the very admission of aspirants to the promotions from junior to senior officers. Sanctions should be put in place, with bodies created to punish offenders. Recourse may be had to other forces such as the Army that try and punish offenders through a court martial set up for such purposes. This system may be introduced to the police force, as it may serve as the proper deterrence for officers in the future.

I am traumatized from the happenings of that fateful day. My faith in the present Nigerian Police force has greatly dwindled… but yet, all my feelings, my trauma, cannot be compared to the hurt and terror, anger and despair, that has now engulfed the family of that deceased young man. I can only pray the good Lord grants them the necessary fortitude to weather the storm our Police officers had plunked them in the middle of. 

A POLICE STORY (PART III)

I stormed out of the V.I.P then the club exit and they all chased after me. I jumped into Rachael's car and her tire screeched, spewing gravel, smoke and dust, we fled like a lamboghini murcielago on a street race.

The boys chased after us with three cars.

Will I survive? will I make it out of this mess?

Maybe if I die my dad will not have the chance to jest at me...

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We raced on, busted into the highway, climbed the palisade and entered the other side of the road and accelerated on. The guys chased us still, with fiery determination. Rachael eyes were focused on the road, swerving and changing gears like a nascar driver. She looked so sexy. Focus you fool!, your about to die and your admiring a woman, My inner mind shouted.

I tried to close my eyes to pray but I couldn't, I was afraid we would crash while my eyes were closed, all I could mumur was 'God, God, please'. One of the guys shot our car and the break lights exploded, one more shot and the wind screen behind, shattered, another ear deafening shot was directed to us and I swear I felt something pass beside my ear, something hot, minute and forceful. Something like a bullet.

The Two cars were now gaining in on us, the other was still behind.

"Control the steering" Rachael shouted as she left it, fixing the cartridge into her two Ak47's, then snapped open the pigeon hole and brought out a grenade. Damn! this police woman was hardcore.

I didn't even touch the steering when she gained back control. The two cars were now at par with us and I watched in horror as one of them pointed a shot gun at me, about to pull the trigger; In one smart move, Rachael depressed the breaks, bringing the car to a screeching halt, allowing the two cars to move ahead of us. I don't know how she did it but before our car stopped she made a startling U turn, the car now faced the last approaching vehicle.

"Enitsua close your eyes!!!" She screamed, as she Shot through the wind screen and out onto the approaching vehicle, she dispensed bullets after bullets bursting their front tires, mirrors and windscreen, the driver was shot in the process and their car swerved off, tripping on the palisade and tumbling to the other side of the road. Now upside down, the car was on fire.

All this happened in less than 4 seconds. The two cars that moved ahead of us, was now behind us, they had stopped.

I didn't even catch my breath when Rachael jumped out of the car with her two Avtomat Kalashnikova's, pointed it to the direction of the stationary vehicles and fired away. The hefty guy jumped out the car with a shot gun but he was instantly blown away by Rachael's sophisticated armaments. Throw me the Grenade she screamed and I did just that. She threw the grenade to the two mangled vehicles and boom! they exploded.

Her Ak47's were out of bullets. It was now on the ground. I looked at the dis- membered vehicles, then at the burning car, as i turned my head around, my heart skipped a beat, Rachael stood there pointing a revolver at my temples...

Without deliberation she pulled the trigger. I heard the blasting sound loud and clear, an ethereal mist came upon me and I saw stars and tiny yellow angels. I always promised myself that before I die I would say 'Forgive me father', if the thief at the cross said it and got saved, then my case won't be an exception. So I said it  "Forgive me father". I waited for the blood to pour out of my skull, I waited for my legs to give way, then fall to my death but it didn't. Maybe death was not painful. Maybe I was already dead. Which was it?.

I placed my hand on my head, no blood, I searched my body, no injury. Just then a man fell behind me a distance away, his gun rolling away from his hand. Rachael had shot him. Just when he was about to shoot me, she shot him. She never intended to kill me, She intended to save my life and She did save my life.

The yahoo boys were all dead. We entered our car and drove straight home. Rachael's home. I checked my watch, 4:15am.

It was all over, I was free, I was to resume my boring life, of reading and writing. My 'safe' and boring life. Maybe chasing money was not such a good idea, see the yahoo boys, see how they ended up; as Scorched corpse. By 7am I would be at home, pretending I was in my room all along and none of this ever happened.

Was this the end or was it just the beginning...of the end?

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The air was cold and the environs, quiet. The full moon illuminated the landscape, the cricket  squeaked and the mosquitoes snoozed, the atmosphere had now settled. It was 5 'clock and the night was at the verge of dawn.

                    END OF PART 1.

                        

                          PART 2.

The past 12 hours had been horrendous, it was characterised by open secrets, conspiracies and near death encounters. It was an experience I would not wish for my greatest foe. But then it was all over and now I was in the room with a very sexually stimulating woman, a woman of strength and substance, one who saved my life too many times, a woman trained to kill and to save. As I sat there on her california king bed, adorned with purple velvet drapes, and  Feathery poly cluster pillows, I couldn't help but stare at her, she was still clad in her same clothes, her hair had become scattered, her actions suggesting pre-dramatic unrest but then her eyes stayed the same, they were calm and sure. Even as she smithed those criminals, her eyes stayed pacified and undistracted, her eyes were her mystery, her gift and her curse, it exposed the real her, those eyes, shinning orbs of sensous certainty.

"Are you okay, are you hurt in any way?"

"Not at all, am fine, still in a state of shock though"

"Am sorry I brought you into this, I shouldn't have, you almost died". She said apologetically, the sparkle in her eyes appeared and like always, it vanished fast. But I knew it was still there, somewhere in the dark chrysalis of her eyes. She is a woman isn't she.

"Its okay, at least I have a story to tell my children". Then realising something grand, I continued. "I know, I will fix it into my budding tale"

"Your a writer?"

"Yes"

"I see, it explains a lot"

"A lot like?"

"Your so calm and passionate, but then you can be a deviant. I saw you shouting at my officers at the station, refusing to give your statement, I was watching you. Writers, lawyers and actors have the ability to assume many roles and act it out perfectly, totally deceiving their audience. I was an actress once..." She said, putting her face down, in what appeared to be sadness, then she continued. "...that was until my husband died". She stopped, her face shrouded in pain.

"Am so sorry, I didn't know" I said patting her soft shoulder, she had taken off her jacket. At that point I could see the real Rachael, the woman in her, the soft, venurable, lonely woman. Under that hard exterior was a soft being, craving for care and touch.

"Its okay" She said, forcing a smile. "So I was a budding actress, gave it up when my husband died and enrolled in the police"

"What killed him, that's if you want to tell me, if you don't want to, its fine"

"No, its okay. He had diabetes which induced hypertension. Then one day he was duped of hundreds of millions, his life savings. He and his brother owned an engineering firm. I warned him against the deal but he wouldn't listen. My husband was de-frauded by the yahoo boys".

It all became clear to me, there was no ongoing investigation, its was a matter of personal vendetta.

"Are they the same guys that you...eh...shot" I said, trying to be carefull.

"No. but what does it matter, a criminal is a criminal". She said, with full conviction.

"I guess you right" I said, feeling a little disturbed.

"...after my husband was duped, we tried to gather the crumbs we could find, so we can build up our lives again, just then his brother dissolved their partnership and formed his own, claiming my husband had become bankrupt and as a result dormant. Can you imagine!, his own brother !!!, my so called brother in law"

The agony in Rachaels eyes soon turned to rage, and being who she was, I feared she might attempt vengance.

"So then my husband had a stroke and died subsequently and not once did his brother contribute to his medical expenses. God will judge him". I was glad she left it in the hands of God, instead of killing random business men who she felt were dishonest and claim that a 'wicked man is a wicked man'.

"How about your kids" I asked

"I had no kids for him when he died".

There was a brief uncomfortable silence.

"So what's the name of the story your writing?" She asked.

"A complete police story"

"It sounds interesting" She replied.

There was another moment of silence.

"So you were an actress, does it mean your a police but secretly a deviant, just like me" I broke the ice.

"No silly". She tugged my shoulder as she beamed. That was the first time I saw Rachael smile and my God, her smile was the most beautifull thing I ever saw. I looked for that gleam in her eyes suprisingly it was not there.

"No more questions, go and take your bath, its almost time for you to go back home" She said, still smiling. I checked my watch, it was 5am.

"Let's bath together" I said, pushing my luck but Rachael ignored me. Well some things never change.

As the water from the shower descended on me, it cleansed me of all the doubts, uncertainties, gripping fear and lewdness of the previous hours. All the vulgar and morbid images were washed away and replaced with a soothing reassurance of the future. One image however proved indellible. The image of Rachael. I barely knew her and now she had become a constant in my life. She doesn't look stable, she could prove dangerous, No! she was sweet and lovable, I can make her feel loved, I debated with myself.

"Rachael" I screamed. "Help me with a towel".

In seconds Rachael came to the door of the bathroom and yanked it open. What was she thinking?. There I was, clad in the skin God gave me, and to my surprise Rachael was in a purple Lacey pant and a bra which struggled to cup her buoyant bossoms. Her skin looked soft, light and encouraging. Her hair still encumbered in its ribbon. She just smiled as she stared at my growing manhood and I remained unmoved, we had passed the stage of strangers, we both knew what was next.

She threw the towel at me and attempted to leave, imperceptibly I held her slender waist and she yielded. Then there was a kiss, saliva mixed and tongues wagged, we didn't want to let go. Suddenly she disengaged from the kiss, and to my shock she slapped me, not a love slap but a hard one. 

I was used to Rachael's intrigues and uncanny mind games, and I was tired of it, so I leaned over, grabbed her head and kissed her again, forcefully, this time bringing her lips hard on mine. She shoved me away and I sagged against the tiled bathroom wall, by now she had, had a fair share of the streaming water and she was completely wet. She looked at me with feigned anger, and I saw that coveted sparkle I so much love, it didn't disappear yet. This was a game of perseverance and I was bent on taming the shrew.

I went to her in attempt to kiss her and she attempted a kick between my legs but my curved knees blocked it, she swung her palm at my face but I grabbed it.

"If you didn't stop me I could have smashed your balls". She said with a mischievous smile.

"I know".

"So you want to fuck me, is that it?".

I was surprised at her diction but i acted otherwise.

"Exactly"

Now our wet bodies were plastered to each other, my pump in her hand, as she jerked it caringly. In seconds our lips were entwined, gropping at ourselves like we had two seconds to live.

I kissed her neck, her chick, her ear and she moaned loud. I kissed her some more while grabbing her big ass, wow it was more bigger than I envisaged, it was large.

She seemed to be on fire, she was so restless as I caressed her body, now she was licking my ear.

She raised her hands to loose her hair and I used that opportunity to feast on the big round flesh on her chest, then she took off her pant.

In seconds we were on the floor of the bathroom, me on my back and she on top of me, riding away. The water descending on my face acted as an aphrodisiac that fuelled me with energy as I thrusted into her vortex of a p.ussy. Condom was far from my dictionary at that time, in fact the whole of letter C was missing.

Rachael bounced on my fat pipe with reckless abandon, massaging my cap and pleasuring herself, she rode me, while I thrusted at moderate speed to match her rhythm. I looked at her closed eyes and saw the smile on her face. She was happy.

Like a volcanic eruption I released into her, screaming, and she soon joined me. We climaxed simultaneously. The pleasure was super sonic, it was too much for the both of us to handle. Our legs were too weak to stand, so we laid on the bathroom floor kissing.

We dried ourselves and walked towards the bed, stark n.aked. Surprisingly my fly never went flaccid, it stood strong and Rachael peered at it the whole time. Rachael's nudity was a sight to behold, her hair was wet and kinky, her nipples still erect, her hips large and fleshy.

"Your gonna wish you never made a move on me". She said.

Before I could proffer a response, Rachael pushed me violently and I fell to the bed. The woman was strong. In two swift swings, she cuffed my two hands to the head of the bed, each one apart.

She came on top of the bed and crawled to me like a strategising lion then engulfed my cock with her thick lips, jerking it with her two hands, each suck growing more intense and strenous.

Soon she sat on my waist and clipped my banana with her hand, narrowing it into her pulsating hole; from my disadvantaged position I watched it go in, it slurped deeper inside, then she swallowed all of me, her hole regurgitating dense liquid.

'In and out' was the business of the day and pleasure was our means of exchange.

She screwed me with rage, her wide butt chicks, flapping on my organ, bathing it with oil and striking ecstacy. I begged her to uncuff me but she refused, she kept on working on me. Then I let go, filling her up with my man seeds.

After much begging she uncuffed me and I noticed Rachael was still willing, so I hastily positioned her in the d.oggy way and mounted her from behind. My entry was smooth, as her V-lips were soaked with her womanly oil. I smashed into her, then slowed my pace just to smash in again, I kept swinging my waist in harmony like Femi Anikulapo on a dance stage, her boobies kept swinging beneath her as I pumped her with Ecstacy.

In minutes she came on me, making me to cum into her unexpectedly. As we laid on the bed, she wheezed heavily. I asked her if she wanted more and with a worn out expression she said "No, please, am okay". I looked at her almond shaped eyes and I saw that sparkle, bright as ever. It had come to stay. But for how long? Now that we'v satified ourselves what  next?

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I must have slept off for a few minutes after the turbulent love making, because when I opened my heavy eyes, Rachael was no more beside me. I checked my watch it was now 6:15am. Damn! I should be going but let me see her first, I said.

Just then a phone beeped, it was Rachael's phone, a HTC ONE brand. I always admired the HTC brands, even more than I did with Apple, so I picked up the phone to skim through its features. While I struggled to get acquainted with its interface, I mistakenly opened a message meant for Rachael. It read: Your people arrested my partner yesterday and they seem to be on to me, I am hoping you will keep to your own part of the bargain. What did the text mean? Who sent it? Was Rachael into some shady deal?  Was it in connection to Chief Samuels robbery?. Torrential flow of questions barged through my brain. I remembered the police had arrested four people yesterday including one of the robbers, the second robber was no where to be found. So was Is it the second robber who sent the text, was Rachael aiding and abating the robbers, but why, No! it can't be, my Rachael won't do such a thing, am sure there's a perfect explanation to all this. I evacuated all the thoughts, I was just being paranoid, I had in fact been through a lot recently, I was tired. I just needed to see Rachael before I leave to my comfortable home, so I kept on fiddlling with the phone trying to access her picture gallery, just when I thought I saw a picture, the phone beacame unresposive, saying 'Phone locked, Input pass code', I felt I just saw a picture of catherine, Catherine and Rachael. Rachael and that criminal, no! my mind was playing tricks with me, I really need to go home and rest, am starting to see things.

I headed out of the room and infront of me was a coorridor, one room on each side and then a door stood in front of me. We had come to the house at the depth of the night, so I had forgotten the way we came from. At that point I just needed to find an exit and get going, I could pay Rachael a visit later in the day. This thing growing between us was huge, yes she was a widow, by far my senior, a poilce woman handling life threating cases, but then we felt something for each other, I loved her.

I approached the door ahead of me and opened it,  to my disappointment it was another room. I was about closing the door in despair when I perceived something, something very scintillating and cool, a sweet perfume associated with someone bitter and cruel. Strawberry and cinnamon.

It can't be!, am I suffering from a post dramatic stress disorder? Just when I tried to discredit the unfolding events, I saw something on the bed, inside the room, it was a cluster of laptops, among them was an apple Mac, one which held a striking resemblance to the one I saw at the club, the laptop of one of the yahoo boys.

I don't know what pushed me to tap a button on the apple mac, but when I did the screen came to life and behold I saw a dialog box 'Decoding complete...New Mtn magic sim cheat code acquired'. I stared at the screen in horror, it was infact the laptop at the safari air club, I remembered vividly, the black background and numbers ascending in quick succession. At that time it just showed 'Decoding...'.  But how was this possible! I rubbed my eyes violently to see if I was hullucinating, then exclaimed again but how!, How did the laptop's get here, in something that looked like a psychic vision, I had a flash back "Leave your laptops, leave everything, I'l take care of them". That's what catherine said at the club, urging the boys to chase after me. So the only person who could procure this laptops here, was in fact CATHERINE!, but did she leave here?.

I barely finished asking myself the question when I heard two clicking sounds behind me. I turned around and what I saw threw me into a state of partial madness, I couldn't believe my eyes, yet what I saw confirmed my hypothesis. Its was Catherine and Rachael pointing a .22 magnum mini revolver at me. For Catherine it was understandable, she was a criminal, a soul doomed to rot in hell, but not Rachael, not my herione, my soft and tender, bright eyed Rachael. Why would she want to kill me?

"Rachael what is the meaning of this?" I appealed in a hearbroken tone. But Rachael just stood there, her gun range steadily directed at my chest, her expression empty and bland, that sparkle in her eye that once was, was long gone, it seems it never existed, it was never real.

"Enitsua meet my daughter Catherine" Rachael said then continued "Since you never asked me of my full name, I'l just tell you now. My name is Rachael Davies, wife of late James Davies".

Then It all became clear, the once abstruse puzzle, became a comprehensive whole. No, not all parts of the puzzle, some parts were still missing....

                                                  *TO BE CONTINUED!*

A POLICE STORY (PART2)

A once sweet and attractive girl, who blushed at my every word and looked at me with admiration and lust had transformed into a raging mad woman, clawing at me and calling me names, among which were. Thief!!!, Armed robber!!! Devil!!!. It was a scene reminiscent of the famous Michael Jackson thriller video, where the girl who was huddling to Michael for protection from the zombies, got distracted, just to turn around again and realise Michael had turned into one of the creatures. Catherine had turned into a police creature. She had skilfully played me into a trap.

I must admit she was good.

Now all eyes were on me. Some people had fled on seeing the proceeding events. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life.

"We are officers of the Zone 6 police division. We have reasons to believe you were directly involved in an armed robbery operation a month ago. Kindly follow us to the station" One of the men said, flashing his ID card.

"Follow us armed robber!, young boy like you" one of them snorted. That is when my fear turned into anger and the lawyer in me emerged. "My friend don't call me an armed robber. Section 35(6) of the constitution states that no one is guilty until proven so, so mind what you say lest I sue you for slander" I thundered in. But then did he say I was invovled in armed robbery, what was he talking about, me, a thief, I've never stolen anything before… well I did steal meat from my mum's plate once while she looked away but that was a joke, not stealing...last month I...I...well I bought a phone. Cacophony of thoughts whined through my brain.

Catherine kept howling, attempting to snatch my recently bought fairly used blackberry. It was during her struggle that her left boob popped out. The plain cloth officers and i stared at the round flesh for a moment, before she put back her bag of pure water and continued her tirade. Though I was sure that sleeping with Catherine was never going to happen given the circumstance, I was glad I had a peek at her live breasts.

 In five minutes I found myself in the counter of zone 6 police station.

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It was there at the station that I got to know the full story of my case. Exactly, my case. Armed men had invaded the home of one Chief Samuel Davies, an uncle to Catherine and stole money, jewelleries, Catherine’s phone, among other things. Catherine was there on holidays at the time.

I was now the lead suspect of an armed robbery case.

"Boy, what is your name, where do you live, who are your accomplices, where do they live". The officers asked me questions but I ignored them. I told them I knew my rights and I wanted to talk to my lawyer. "Do you know what your into!!!, do you know you can be executed, answer me or I'l slap you". "Try it and see what happens, I'l sue you so hard, you will pay me before you urinate or breath" I continued "Do you know what section 35(2) of the constitution says", I asked and the man looked at me as if I spoke in german. Some of these police men are so daft. "Read it and you'll know I don't need to answer you". I said and looked the opposite side. I did all these to avoid writing a statement because if I could somehow be allowed to leave, it would be as if I was never arrested. Then again without a statement there could be no bail. I was convinced I was not an armed robber but then I had bought a stolen phone unknowingly, hence I had received stolen property, which was a crime. I hoped they kept on labouring in their mistaken belief because if they did, then I would surely make bail because the zone 6 did not have jurisdiction to detain an armed robbery suspect, only the state CID did. I knew quite well what I was up against but one thing was certain, I needed to get out of the cell before the next day without paying a dime.

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The night soon descended on us and between then and now I had been allowed to make a few calls. I never intended to call any lawyer because then my dad would hear about it, so will my mum, besides I vowed not to incur any expenses. I could imagine my dad laughing his ass out at my predicament.

With a few calls from me, the Police were able to catch the fellow who sold me the phone, the guy in turn called the seller and the seller was caught too, in an hour, four other parties were caught, including one of the armed robbers himself, all in the same way they apprehended me. The IPO was adamant in not letting me go and I didn't push it because I knew he was right in doing so. There was an ongoing investigation, so he had the right to arrest and detain me for 24 hours, if I was detained more than that, that was when I had enough grounds to sue them and they knew. All said and done I could not be allowed to go I could only be allowed to leave on bail, with the help of a surety, who would be held responsible if I decided to leave town before investigations were concluded. I was on record, but I did not make a statement, therefore there wasn't going to be bail. By the time I now agreed to make a statement, so I can agree to the bail terms, they gave me a dose of my own medicine. They ignored me.

By 10pm I was thrown into the cell. Stripped to my boxers.  I was to stay till the next day, when investigation will be furthered. If I had made a statement that I infact received stolen property unknowingly and that I was not involved in the armed robbery I would have been given bail. I was trying to play smart, now I had nailed my own cross.

No one was aware I was in a police station, not my friends, brother, mum or dad. Nobody.

How was I to survive the night in a cold, rotten cell, filled with faeces, urine and dangerous bandits. Will I be raped by my fellow men? Will I make it alive?

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It was 12am now and I was being interrogated by the two dangerous looking criminals inside my cell. One was named Razor, the other was, 50 cents. Yes, 50 cent, and to be sincere he had a resemblance to the rapper, only that this particular 50cents was more thicker and rugged. The rapper was once said to have survived nine gun shots but this 50 cent in front of me looked like he could survive a bomb. Razor didn't say much he just sat on the filthy ground, his eyes looking red and inimical. He appeared to be angry at the world.

"Bend and open your nyash...now!!!. If you shout I will kill you" 50 cent held out a knife. It amazed me where the knife came from because we were both on boxers, with no pockets. I was ready to die that night than let a criminal assault me sexually. "What's happening here?!" A woman thundered. She was the D.P.O. .

Looking back at 50 cent, his knife had vanished, his two hands were left un- occupied. Amazing.

The DPO scanned me from head to toe and I noticed she picked interest in me.

" Officer Ekaete!",

"Yes madam" Ekaete gave a stern salute, her two legs at ease.

"Who is this boy and what is he doing here?",

"Madam he was connected with the robbery at Chief Samuel’s house, one of the stolen phones was found with him".

"Excuse me madam" I cut in, as if that was the last chance to save my life, then continued. "This is a whole big mistake, I know nothing about any robbery, I just bought a fairly used phone which I just realised was stolen and now am here, am a victim of an uncanny circumstance". I vituperated in quick succession. I really don't know what happened but it seems the D.P.O, was instantly convinced I was telling the truth. She ordered my cloth to be given to me and before I knew it I was in her car, I had no idea where we were driving to. It was 12:30am. What was going on?!

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It was over five minutes and we were still on the road. I had no idea where this woman was taking me to and I was too scared to ask. Our journey was shrouded in silence. My heart was beating hard, my mind forging probable hypothesis.  Was I going to be shot by this woman, maybe Chief Samuel Davies paid them money to kill me silently. Maybe I was being transferred to the state CID. Maybe I was being taken home but this was not the road to my house. Summoning enough courage I decided to ask. "Madam, please where are you taking me to?". The D.P.O said nothing.

"Am taking you to my house, you will be of use to me tonight, if you satisfy my needs, you will be free of all charges and will be allowed to go home tomorrow morning" She finally said.

"What needs ma?",

"Young man, you will soon find out, no more questions" the D.P.O said.

Due to the faint light I wasn't able to decipher the D.P.O's face or form but her voice sounded like that of someone who was rigid and abrasive, a woman that always got what she wanted. The question was, what did she want from me, What if I couldn't fulfil her want, what next??

After driving for ten minutes in comfortable silence, the D.P.O  took a turn around a roundabout, we went straight, then took a left and entered the abode of the Old king Cole suites.

This was one of the biggest hotels in Calabar. It was rated a five star. The hotel had a bar, a standard swimming pool, a browsing cafe and a small but luxurious boutique. The D.P.O proceeded into the Boutique and gestured at me to follow her. My mind was seriously troubled at that moment. What the hell were we doing in a boutique at 1am in the night?.

The boutique was cold, aromatic and well equipped. It was separated into small compartments. The male section, female section and children section. The most interesting was the Jewellery department, which boasted all kinds of gold, diamond and silver jewellery affixed with insane price tags.  The glamorous sight would have made more sense to me if it was day time and I was not being paraded around town by a police woman who I wasn't sure would let me live until dawn. "Madam D.P.O, I... I don't feel safe, please tell me what's going on or you take me back to the station" I appealed, as if begging for my life. The D.P.O just ignored me.

The brightness of the place, highlighted the D.P.O's form and features. She turned and stared at me. There was something about this woman. She was a mixture of beauty and danger. I was surprised to note that she was young, probably in her early thirties. The D.P.O wore a colourful spaghetti top, covered with a short black jacket, a tight jean and blue pumps. Her natural hair was held in a ponytail with the extra's hanging across her right eye, like a James Bond spy.

The woman moved like an athlete and walked with purpose. All her actions seemed to be pre-meditated.

She wore light make up here and there. I must admit I found her very sexually appealing. 

"My name is not D.P.O call me Rachael" She said as she browsed through some male clothes.

"Enitsua right?"

"Yes ma"

"I said am Rachael" She corrected me.

"I’m sorry. Yes Rachael".

The fire in her eyes suddenly turned to a sparkle and I could see the soft woman inside her. Then the sparkle disappeared.

"Enitsua, your going to aid me in a little assignment, don't be scared, you are safe. Just wear this, we'll talk in the car" She picked out a Jean, a shirt, a gold chain and a cover shoe and I wore them.

We were on the road once again. The atmosphere was less tense. We turned around and headed a few miles back, in less than five minutes we were packed in front of the Safari air night club situated inside the Safari air hotel.

"Enitsua, there is an on going investigation, we are trying to nail a fraud cartel, popularly known as yahoo yahoo boys, we just need more evidence. They sit in the V.I.P lounge, and are characterised by their sophisticated laptops and high-end phones."

"Okay?" I said. Hoping I wouldn't be a suicide mission.

"Your dressed up well. I'l need you to get in the club, sit at the V.I.P near the cabal and record their conversations".

This woman was crazy. Me in the midst of drug lords and criminal tycoons? 12 hours ago I was just a regular university student, now I had become a police spy. How come?

"That's preposterous, madam I can't go in and sit beside those people, they are dangerous. Besides I can't record their voice in a noisy club"

"For the last time call me Racheal!...and you will if you want to be free of all your charges. Do this and you are a free man"

While in contemplation, a picture of my father indulging in a wide mouthed laughter came to my mind as he said between laughs "I told you so!". Never, that won't happen, I said to myself.

"I'l do it". I said, almost yelling.

Rachael gave me a V.I.P card, sixteen thousand naira and a phone-like device with an antenna. The device would blur the surrounding noise at the club, pin point their voice and record it, she told me. I was about going out of the car when Racheal held me by the neck and gave me a deep kiss, it was long and passionate, then she disengaged, with her teeth softly biting my lips. I saw that sparkle in her eyes, then again it vanished.

.....

I was admitted into the club and approached the stairs with my chest up and my head held high. I tried to erase, the kiss the D.P.O, I mean Rachael just gave me. I was on a mission and failure was not among my options. I was clad in the clothes Rachael bought for me. A white marks and spencer t-shirt, blue jeans and a black lacoste cover shoe. Most eyes stared at my gold chain.

That's what i call a chain reaction.

I proceeded into the heart of the club with the comely of Al pacino and the swagger of Ramsey Noah.

As I passed through the ground floor, I saw people dancing, wriggling and rocking. 'Antenna' now boomed from the giant speakers and the whole club gave out a shout as many changed their dance steps to suit the song. It was cold in there. The club lights flashed on and off, flickering a kaleidoscope of colours. The atmosphere was thick with tobacco and perfumy scents.

Girls flooded the dance floor, many wearing skimpy and provocative gowns, others, skin tight trousers highlighting their watery buttocks and deadly hips. One girl wore a short gown which was stylishly exposed at the bust, I watched her voluptuous boobs bouncing, as a guy clutched her waist from behind, positioning himself to the rhythm of her wind. I almost tripped on myself when I saw a busty babe, on a transparent black gown, her bust pressing against her dress, her nipples conspicuously erect, jotting out of the lacey gown, the girl was embraced from behind by another girl and the two engaged in a slow dance. Focus man, your on a deadly mission, focus! I scolded myself.

What I saw in the V.I.P lounge threw me aghast. On entering, I was hit with the graphic sight of both half naked and totally nude women. The room had a cold, pale and dull aura. Everything in there seemed so to be in slow motion. The room looked more like a parlour with red leather chairs forming a large circle, then a bar at the center. The bar tender kept serving drinks on demand. Here the music was almost muffled, it was low and convenient. The cool music gave the room a surreal feel. The air was clandestine, thick with a strange mix of tobacco and marijuana.

I found a free sit and I headed there. The room was sinful. Nude girls paced around restlessly. On the sit a distance away was a girl, sitting on a man's lap, facing him, the two french kissed deeply while he gropped her bare breast. My eyes trailed a girl who walked along, naked except for the pink thong on her waist. On the left was a girl, giving a guy a lap dance, while he skillfuly fondled her tiny breast. A girl was moaning from the corner sit, she sat on her man in a cow girl position, her hands behind her on his laps, as she jerked on his uncovered manhood, the girl was stark naked, the man's trousers on the floor. A dark girl cat walked towards me, clad in absolutely nothing, her nipples pointing forward, her vegetation carved into an inverted triangle, I was left dazed as I watched her pass by me, her surplus arse swaying and vibrating.

The bible taught me that soddom and Gomorah was situated at Canan. Now I knew there was another soddom and Gomorah here at the safari hotel and I was inside it.

If your eyes cause you to sin pluck it off, the bible verse flossed through my mind. What happens if all your body parts causes you to sin, I asked myself.

While some guys punched their laptops while sipping their expensive booze, others sniffed a white powder from the small stool in front of them. In retrospect I now realise what it was. Cocaine!

I signalled the waitress with a snap of my finger and she attended to me. I bought a black label brandy which went for a Shocking 13 thousand naira.

"You wanna sniff some oxygen?" A hefty guy with overgrown beards asked me. He was offering me some of the white powder and I declined.  Funny, cocaine was now equalled to god given air.

I filled my eyes with all shapes of bosoms that night. Perky ones, Large ones, banana shaped ones, baby lumps, tiny breast with big tips and vice versa. Beside me, to my right were a group of people who sat facing each other, three brought chairs and sat facing the two who were already on the leather cushion. They were the infamous yahoo boys.

"Dude Maye has paid, bobo I say maye done pay o" One of the guys said, tendering his laptop as evidence. It was later I got to know that maye means a foreign fraud victim.

"How much?"

"Can't you see it, 31.2 million naira bro"

"That's 200k dollars?" 200k dollars means 200 thousand dollars.

"Yeah men, your brain fast o"

"Why e no go fast, am a fucken yahoo boy"

"Get rich or get jailed trying, yeah?"

"Sure"

"Guys you got a new code, the MTN magic sim cheat code has been blocked" another guy said.

"Am working on it, I'll get a new one in an hour. We'll sell it for outsiders at 30 thousand naira. We do the fucking work and before you know it people are enjoying it for free. Browsing s.hit!!!".

I looked at the man who said this and I noticed figures running in his laptop on a black background. Then at the middle of the screen was a dialog box showing 'Decoding...' . His laptop was a MAC, apple brand.

I was so overwhelmed by what I was hearing and seeing. Overwhelmed and scared. Here I was in the midst of thieves and fraudsters, people who only cared about drugs, booze, money and women. People without the slightest fear for God. If they find out that I was an imposter, I would be dead in seconds, I reasoned.

Stealthily I brought out my recording device and drew out the antenna, the screen flashed 'Recording in stealth mood' then disappeared.

"What the fuck is that!, are you from EFCC!, the NDLEA?" The heavy beared guy shut out. Now a fair, topless girl with massive Jugs was on top of him, thick particles of cocaine spread on her two big b.reast. As he said this the group of guys on my right, looked my direction.

"Answer me or your dead". The man put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a revolver. My heart jumped to my throat and I could not breathe. Pull yourself together!!!, Enitsua if you fail this mission you die. I said within me.

"Nigga why are you shouting, this is a phone" I managed to say with a cool tone that surprised me.

"What sought of phone looks like this?"

"This is a..eh... a techno phone, man. Chill okay". I said

We both looked down on the antenna device and to my astonishment and the mans conviction 'Techno' was written on the body of the device. The man still stared at me as if looking for something in my eyes, as he slowly put away his gun.

"Abobi be cool, no dey cast, I know how this business is, I don't take chances either man. See the economy wants to fucks us up but we gonna fuck it up first. We'l fuck it, d.oggy style" I said with a kunk gangster tone and the hefty guy laughed.

"Give me some of that oxygen shit, man!" I blurted, just to convince him I was one of them, which I was not. In seconds the bra-less lady, climbed on me, put her breast to my face and I sniffed the powder from her soft, fresh b.oobs. Forgive me lord, you know I don't do drugs, am a victim of circumstance. I prayed silently

"You is a ill nigga, men!" The man said to me smiling. Feeling at ease. I must have inhaled too much of the powder because my vision became hazy and my hearing ability, partially impaired. The topless girl planted a deep kiss on me, overwhelming my lips, her tongue lingering at my throat, as she sucked my tongue. I don't know if it was the girl or the Cocaine but that was the best kiss I ever had. She kissed my neck, licked my ear and whispered "F.uck me".

I was about to say No, when the busty lady grabbed my zip behind me and attempted to let my fly loose.

"No, no girl, not today" I said.

"Let's just do it boy, let me drive you insane" She said, as she struggled to unzip me, her resolve growing stronger and desperate. She must have been high on the substance beacuse she started struggling with my hand, crying. "Please!. Okay just put the tip in, please just the head". The beard guy stood up and pulled her away and the group of guys bust into laughter.

"Bitch" I said to one of the guys, with one of my eye brows up, like a criminal. She's doped one of the boys said. By dope i guess they meant 'really high'.

"Have you processed the chase account" one of the yahoo boys asked.

"Not yet"

"I thought we got a hold of Chief Samuel's pass book, what the fuck is the problem!" On hearing that my ears stood at alert.

"Someone is doing it at the moment, she'l be here any minute from now". Chase account was a fake duplicate account made out of a real one, that way they hardly got caught because they did transactions in the guise of the person named in the account. In this case the named person was to be Chief Samuel Davies.

I recorded it all.

Just then a girl came towards us, She was tall, fair and bright. Her perfume hit me. Strawberry and cinnamon.

"Here is your pass book, cheque book and account details. The chase account has been done, your now officially my uncle" She laughed. I knew that voice, that laughter sounded very familiar...could it be...is it...then the girl came closer and I saw her face...Yes it was...Catherine!. She was in on the whole armed robbery operation, she was one of the fraud stars. My God!. She was in fact a smooth criminal or was she?

I checked my time, it was 3:30am. It was done, I accomplished the mission. It was time to go. I shook the guy with the beards who was now having sex with the busty Junkie, his face shrouded in between her large bosoms as she moaned aloud. I hailed the boys and walked to the door. Just then my device vibrated and I looked to the screen, it showed 'Incoming call', it was a techno phone after all.

"Enitsua, its time to go, get out of there". A voice screamed from the device. It was a little too loud. The boys heard.

"Snitch!, get him!!!" The guy with the heavy beard shrieked. Throwing his whore on the ground. I headed immediately for the door.

"Leave your laptops, leave everything, I'l take care of them" Catherine screamed. I doubt she realized who I was....

                                             *TO BE CONTINUED*

JUST TO MAKE YOU SMILE...

if I told you I love you, and it made you smile, I'd tell you everyday......
I'd watch ESPN with you......
Argue football with you......
Beat you on your P.S.3 or x-box.....
I'd go see Kanye West in Concert, just to kip u company on d ride.....
I'd get you tickets to the game wen ur favorite team is playing......
I'd kick back, put my feet up and have a beer with you in d evenings....
We'd whistle as girls go by
We'd order in if you want to take chinese.....
Or I'd prepare your favorite dish if you want homemade.....
I'd cuddle you wen ur scared,
Get a blanket wen ur cold, n den cuddle u to mk sure your warm
I'd make chicken soup wen u hv d flu, n still kiss you.....
Wear your favorite color,
I'd give you d last slice of my pizza,
I'd tell you about my fears
You'd know what my dreams are, n wt dt look means....
I'd know when ur pissed, so I'd do dt stupid thing that'd get you smiling again.....
I'd make your bed and fold your clothes.....
D last one I talk 2 @ nit
D first I wanna hear 4rm wen I'm up.....

If I loved you, I'd give my heart n damn d fear of it getn trashed
If I loved you, I'd make you mine
If I loved you, it'd take d world a ga zillion trials n more 2 kip me away


If I loved you, I'd have u, n u'd love me 2, if I loved you, I'd make this worth your while
If I loved you, I'd drop mushy notes around that'd tell u just how mushy I am,
I'd even bang my head on d wall just 2 make u laugh...

If I loved you, I'd do d silliest things...... Just to make you smile........

SATURDAYSTORIESSEGMENT; A POLICE STORY

It was a beautiful Monday morning, the leaves were clad with morning dew, the environment was cool and the landmark was dry and airy, it was a perfect day.


My Sunday had been eventful and hectic, I attended functions and church meetings all day. In between the ceremonies I met a friend who was lucky to buy a fairly used blackberry Z10, the owner had barely used it for three weeks when he tendered it for sale. In all my years of buying fairly used phones I had never been that lucky to come in contact with a high end phone of a second hand nature. I bought a blackberry touch 1, a month ago and I had been managing it since then.



I am a final year law student of 23, I’m a writer, an amateur lyricist, a decorator, an advertising agent and a business man. I like to refer to myself as 'Jack of all trades, master of one’… one which is law, at least I can gallantly say this is something I am well versed in.

Its not that I enjoy doing all these things, mind you it can be onerous at times, It is sad to note that I only sleep two hours a day; during the other twenty two hours I am either reading my law reports, punching my blackberry or writing a novel. The thing is that I do these to make ends meet, I won't say am poor, I can't say am rich either but I need money to make my life more comfortable. It ticks me when I ask my dad for money and he starts questioning me on how I spent the five thousand naira he gave me three months ago. When he sees I am going on without his financial help, he gets irate. "Enitsua, you think your a man now right, spending money carelessly, going out and coming back late, bet me something bad will soon befall you and when it does, I will sit back and laugh at you" he will say. Can you imagine, my own father!. There is something these folks are not telling me, I think am adopted, I often ponder. His incessant tirades and prying acts made me feel less a man. There is a saying in my local dialect which states 'Okuk edi akparawa'--'Money on its own is a man'. So I figured, that with lots of money in my pocket, I will not only be a man but two men in one.



Amongst all my business endeavors the most lucrative was the buying and selling of blackberry phones. This is hinged on the fact that Nigerians love Blackberry phones or should I say some Nigerians love things they cannot afford not excluding me anyway; hence the flourishing business of second hand Blackberries.



This is my police story...



BBM CHAT.

Catherine: So how was your night, did you dream of me?

Enitsua: Baby, I didn't even sleep last night, I'v been updating my write up; 'A complete police story', although am now at a fix; plus I had to do my assignment.

Catherine: Don't worry, you'l think of what to write.

Enitsua: I hope so.

Catherine: Enitsua, you know why I like you?

Enitsua: Why?

Catherine: I like you because your so truthfull, other guys will say they dreamt of me but not you.

Enitsua: Thanx

Catherine: But please don't kill yourself, you won't get rich in one day, relax and sleep. Your handling too many things at the same time.

Enitsua: hehehehehe. Am blushing. Don't worry babe, I'l survive.

Catherine: Am very serious, I don't want you to break down, you know I care about you.

Enitsua: Okay. I'l take your advice.         

Catherine: I read your story on nairaland; Adventures of Jessica squirt. It made me wet. You sounded so experienced.

Enitsua: lol. Thanx babe. I'v blushed so much, my red colour has finished, can I blush with purple?

Catherine: hehehehehe. Your so funny.

Enitsua: Lol

Catherine: Enitsua why don't you want to have a date with me. If its money that is your problem, don't worry I'l pay.

Enitsua: Not that. I really want to see you, Its just that I don't have time...anytime am free I'l definately let you know.

Catherine: You seem so busy. Do you even have time for girls. When last did you make love to a woman?

Enitsua: heheheh. Its been a while

Catherine: Do you want to have sex with me? Because I want to have sex with you.

Enitsua: lol. The offer is tempting

Catherine: Anytime I see you dp or read your stories I get so wet. At times I need to touch myself to feel relieved. I want the real thing now. Don't worry my boyfriend is far away in Madonna university.

Enitsua: You have a boyfriend?

Catherine: Yes, does that disturb you?

Enitsua: No, not at all. So are you serious...

         7 minutes later

Catherine: PING!!!

Enitsua: xup

Catherine: I just took my bath and my towel is off.. Am sending you something. Accept it.



Catherine sent me something.

A picture. It was a picture of her wet and naked in a sitting position. Her fair skin glistened with pockets of water all over her. Her wet hair relaxed on her shoulder in kinky waves. Her pretty face was clearly shown, her breasts, full and clear. The pink nipples hard and shooting out. Catherine's healthy laps was in view, her inner thighs took a pale yellow color. I could see that because he legs were wide open, with her palm covering her dripping treasure, in a sinewy pose. I couldn't tell if it was the bathing water or her love juice.



We set a date for later that day. She insisted on coming straight to my house but I insisted otherwise. I wanted her to meet me in a fast food then take her to a friends place and fulfill her desire.



Catherine was a very pretty girl, she was fair complexioned, her skin was lush and bright, her deep red lips were very inviting at least these was what her BBM picture showed. Catherine sent me a request amidst suspicious circumstances, three days after I purchased the phone from a friend but then our subsequent chats had allayed any reservations I must have had.



I arrived the fast food and there she was sitting at a corner, looking even more beautiful than her dp.



"Enitsua" Catherine screamed, across the room. She was a sight to behold, she wore a tight blue jeans and purple spaghetti top, that resembled a camisole. Her bust were quite big, as her corset struggled to accommodate it. Then on top of her was a diverse colored, short sleeve top, with a hood. She looked like a black American teenager.

"Hello am Enitsua, I was looking for a girl named Catherine but I don't want to meet her again because you are more prettier than she is" I said and Catherine burst into laughter.

"Enitusa, you are a very funny guy" Catherine said scanning my person swiftly, impressed with what she saw.

"Catherine, so I finally meet you" I picked up her hand and kissed the back of her palm as she looked at me with kitten eyes. I could tell the girl was already madly in love with me.



The truth is that I have little interest in women due to my quest for knowledge and money. I rather sit back and read a John Grisham novel than chase a girl, but when I set my mind on getting a girl, I never fail, I get them with ease and Catherine was not going to be an exception.



Catherine and i exchanged more pleasantries and engaged in small talk, I noticed she kept peeking at her watch. I wasn't disturbed, I just felt she couldn't wait for me to take her home and make her scream. My eyes feasted on her healthy bosoms, as they quaked anytime she adjusted herself in her seat or made a gesture. My instrument was already getting attention.



We talked some more, laughing to a few dry jokes, when all of a sudden, in what seemed like a flash, something I don't quite understand till this day, two men came from the door walking towards us, one man emerged from the counter his eyes focused on us, another man appeared from the toilet door and another who was sitting behind our table stood up to face us. In less than two seconds we were surrounded by five hefty guys on mofty. "Young man, you have the right to remain silent for whatever you say will be used against you in the court of law". My heart must have stopped for a few seconds. My gut wrenched and I felt dizzy. "What did I do?, please" I stuttered.

"You stole my phone you fool, you are a thief, thief!!!" I turned to see who said that, it was...it was Catherine....

                                                       *TO BE CONTINUED!*