SWEET REVENGE OF AN EX-GIRLFRIEND 2 EPISODE 1

"Officers, please arrest her...she is the one responsible for everything. She tainted my reputation, defamed me, hid a charm in my company, all for what? All for reasons best known to her" Linda says in a teary eyes.

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I slid into his DM and now we are F**king Married

A lady on twitter Kiyomi‏ (@jkiyomi) revealed that she and her husband met five and a half years ago on twitter. Taking charge of her feelings, she sent him a DM to text her. And  The rest is now history, as they have now tied the knot. 

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New Story Update; YES! I KILLED HIM. (Episode Ten) PHILOMENA

Philomena! You see her type every day and underestimate what they are capable of doing. Most times their threats don’t match their stature, but ladies like Philomena, can go to any extent to get what they want. They are master planners and perfect executioners.

I jolted back to consciousness with a shriek, the instant I felt it pierce my bare skin. A bucket of icy water had been poured on me, and I had no idea who did because the floodlights were all out, and there was no single trace of any other light form. Oh! I had been blindfolded again, and wasn’t even sure how long it’s been I had passed out. The bruise on my left cheek still hurt terribly. I heard footsteps, like someone walking away from me, accompanied by a squeaky sound of a steel bucket; perhaps the one who poured water on me, walking away. I couldn’t really figure out if there were more people in here with me, because it was slightly bigger than the first place I was kept. The last things I saw before I passed out, were walls, floodlights, and a chair with me tied to it, as well as Philomena, “that crazy bitch,” I thought.

The door creaked open again, followed by footsteps heavier than the first, walking in gently. Something dropped leaving a squeaky sound, like sound of an old wooden chair. “Hmm…, a second chair,” I thought. But for what? Maybe I would be interviewed again with stricter measures and torture this time. More footsteps came in again, but this time much more uneven that the first, as if they were struggling to bring in something heavy into the room. I heard a thud to the floor followed almost immediately by the squeaky sound of a chair. Then came friskier noises as if something or someone was being tied to the chair. Someone walked up to me and untied my blindfold. Footsteps hurled away, door opened with a creak and once again, everywhere was quiet. My mind raced back to my ordeal with Philomena.

Remember who said this, “See as handwriting be like where two fowl dey fight? Remember? Yes you do. The interview I went for almost two years ago, where I meet my boss for the first time. Remember that receptionist? Yes, the one that made mockery of me that day before I went in for my interview? That’s is Philomena. She was the naked masked girl with a short-gun that was with me in the room before I passed out.

The floodlights came back on and to my greatest surprise, seated tied to the chair before me in the same room was my boss, Sean. “Seeeeaaaaaannn,” I screamed. “What the fuck is going on?” I yelled in shock. “Hey, Kay,” he said as blood reeled slowly from his nostrils. “Who did this to you Sean? Who the fuck o the freaking earth, did this shit to you, Boss,” I cried. “Hey, hey, hey, buddy, relaaaxx. Okay? It’s going to be alright,” he said trying to force a smile on his badly bruised lips. A pang of pity surged up my chest. I felt helpless and hopeless. I wished I could do something for him at that moment. He was really I a bad shape. Few tears escaped my eyes and ran down my cheeks. The tears gave me a slight sting as it ran over the bruise on my left cheek. Again, lots of questions started to crop up in my mind, though I tried to restrain myself from asking him, seeing the shape that he was in. I waited a moment to see if they will subside, but the kept coming. So I decided to ask him, regardless.

“Boss, do you have any slight idea of who could be responsible for this madness? Do you?” I asked him gently. “Kay, I need to pass across to you a very important information. I tried these few days to open up to you but I kept postponing it, thinking we had all the time in the world,” he muttered. “Boss, what’s more important getting out of this mess?” I asked curiously. “Listen to me, I’m not sure I can get out of this mess. And I honestly wish I don’t, because right now, life is all messed up for me.” He said, sadly. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about boss! I don’t understand!” I cried. “What happened? How did we both get here? Is this Gina’s plan? Your ex-wife? Is this one of her ways of getting back to you for what happened between you and her? Or is there someone else you suspect could be responsible for this?” I asked with anxiety. “I don’t know Kay. I wish I did but I don’t honestly know where this is coming from,” he said, drooling. “What did they do to you, boss? You’re looking terrible. What happened?” I asked. “Oh Kay! You don’t wanna know. You sure don’t wanna know. It’s terrifying. I have never been so terrified in all my entire existence, than I’ve been these last few hours. I’m surprised I’m still alive,” he said, gasping at intervals for breath. I thought of moving my chair close to his, but it was very impossible with the way I’ve been tied to it. “Don’t bother Kay. Don’t bother. I need to tell you certain things, in case I eventually don’t make it out of this alive. I can’t even place a hand on who could be behind this, because I have offended a lot of people in the past,” he said as he managed to raise his head up a bit and looked towards me. My eyes widened with surprise at what he had said. “Yes Kay,” he said as he noticed the surprise look on my face. “I have. Even you. I have offended you, but then after a while…,” the door creaks open, cutting short his confession.

A masked man, dressed in all black suit and white hand gloves, pushes in a trolley with two cups, a flask and few slices of bread on a plate. The aroma from the cup of tea seemed to me at that moment like a pot of jollof-rice. He stops in front of me, picks up a fork and feeds me the four pieces of sliced bread, which was apparently a normal slice of bread but they divided it into four. Next, he lifted the cup of lukewarm tea and place on my lips. I gulped it down like a hungry wolf. I looked up at him, expecting more. Then he smiled as he pushed his trolley away towards the door. “Heeeyyyyyy…! Heeeyyyyyy…!” I yelled at him. He stopped and turned, facing me. “You didn’t bring anything for him? I asked, using my head to motion toward the direction of my boss. He smiled again, said nothing, made no gestures and then, disappeared through the door. “Get your sorry ass back here. Did you hear me? Get your black sorry ass back in here,” I yelled in anger. “Calm down Kay! Calm down. None of these was your fault, okay? I am totally responsible for the whole mess,” he said. Somehow, his smile has shown up again, but lightly.

“Kay, ’ he called. “Yes Boss,” I answered. “I am sorry in any way I have offended you. I know I have in many ways, even though you never would tell me,” he said. “What are you talking about Boss,” I asked curiously. “I took advantage of you Kay, and I still regret it up till date. The more I have come to know you, I regret what happened that day, every day,” he said. “It’s alright Boss. That’s been like ages now. You should let go. Moreover, I’m not complaining about it,” I said. “I have not always been as good as you come to know me to be. I have duped people, framed and set people up with false allegations and accusations. I have met with high and mighty men and set them up for some few dollars or more. They are often forced to pay, because nobody wants to be stigmatized with some kind of activities. I used my charm to make myself some money which I used to start up my own business. But a lot of toes I did step on in the process. So, right now it could be any of them that is responsible this mess, which I shouldn’t have gotten you into in the first place. I can’t tell you all I’ve done, but I have done so much to deserve this kind of treatment from whoever it is. Let’s just say, it’s payback time,” he said.

I was speechless. I could only stare at him. “Kay, I’m a man of many sorrow thought I try to hide behind my smile. I have damaged myself beyond repair. To be very honest with you, I don’t have a wife, not to talk of an ex-wife. I only used it as a decoy to keep myself out of impending trouble.” he said shamefully. “You don’t have a whaaaaaat? What the fuck is wrong with you, Boss? What did the do with your brain?” I yelled. “Listen to me,” he yelled back at me, looking sternly at me. “Listen to meeee Kay. I don’t have all the time,” he continued. “Remember the hooded guy that came after you, the night you ran out on me from the office?” he asked. I said nothing but nodded in affirmation to what he asked. “I sent them after you,” he said. “You fucking whaaaaat? Are you trying to play games with my mind boss? Because if you are, you can’t get my head fucked up,” I said bowing my head, trying to hide the tear brewing in them. My heart felt like a little knife had cut through it, and it hurts really badly. “I know this is hard for you, but I still need you to listen to me. I asked them to get you back to the office, because I thought you were gonna report me or do something out of place. I never asked them to frisk you,” he said. “Frisk me? Frisk me? Those guys would have raped me that night. It was like from frying pan into fire.” I cried. “Forgive me Kay, I’m really sorry, but you have to listen to me. I left a letter in-between your laptop. It contains details of everything I want you to know. I have in saved in your laptop as well and I put a password on your laptop so no one can gain access to it easily. You will find the password…” he was interrupted again as the door creaked open.

Philomena entered, still masked, but no longer naked. She wore a black silky shimmery body fitted gown, with her red heeled shoes and red lipstick to match. “Well, I can see you two are having fun, aren’t you? Well, I know..., I know… boys affair right. You guys don’t care about tits, do you? Well, I came to see how you guys are faring, and if you do need anything just let me know. Oh, I forgot, we don’t have telecom here. Too baaadddd. Anyway, I’m off. My tits and regional headquarters are available, in case you need any. You guys are just too cute. Just a baby from each of you and my world is made. Ciaaaaooooo!” she said as she walked out of the room, leaving us to behold her ‘unpanted’ buttocks beneath her gown.

“Kay, if you survive this, promise me one thing,” he barely had finished when I said, “What sort of nonsense are you talking about Boss? You’ll be fine,” I said. “Kay I do not wish to be fine. I am beter off dead. I was… I… was,” he sighed a deep sigh and kept quiet. “You were what Boss,” I asked inquisitively. “I was raped Kay,” he stuttered. “I was raped several times,” he said and then he started to cry. “Raped? How? By who?” I asked, looking confused as I tried to comprehend the meaning of what he said. “Last morning, when I left you a note, I had an appointment to catch up with before I went for church service. So, I called the younger security man on his phone, who doubles up also as my cleaner, but he didn’t pick up the calls. I felt he was somewhat tired and needed some rest, so I decided to make your coffee myself, which I served on your table together with the cookies and the note I wrote. I had barely stepped out of my house when four hefty men like bouncers, pounced on me and gave me the beating of my life. They beat me so hard I passed out. That was all I could remember when I woke up,” he said.

“Wait… wait… wait… boss. Are you saying you don’t know anything about my coffee being drugged,” I asked him, still shocked and dumbfounded. “Drugged? What do you mean drugged?” he asked, sighing deeply. “I know I’ve done terrible things in the past Kay, but I would never drug your drink for any reason. You seem not to have understood where I am going to with all I’ve been trying to tell you. Do you? Kay, you changed a lot of things for me. My encounter with you opened my eyes to a more humane part of me that I have denied myself to be for years. When I met…” I cut him short again and asked, “Boss… boss… boss… boss… waaaiiiiiit! If you didn’t drug my coffee or cookies, then who did? I asked furiously, trying to figure out what had happened. He kept quiet and after a while spoke up. Believe me Kay, I don’t have a hand with drugging the coffee. Whoever it was that sent those thugs to beat me up or the thugs themselves must be responsible for the drugged coffee. I made the coffee myself and I know I used nothing more than required,” he said.

My head raged with anger and pain. I stared into the light filled room as if nothing was there. “So, Philomena cannot keep to a single plan,” I muttered to myself.

Chukwudi Udoye Eternal
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New Story Update: YES! I KILLED HIM. (Episode Nine)

Stripped from head to toe; bound hands and feet, mouth-tied, blindfolded and shrouded by uncertainty, I sat hopelessly in the dark recess of oblivion. My only wish was at least to confront my foes eyeball to eyeball. If this was going to be my last phase on earth, then I want to face ii bravely. I want to look death I the eyes and wrestle its body.

I took a deep breath and heaved a very deep sigh. I couldn’t exactly place a hand on what the sigh was for. Maybe it was out of exhaustion. Maybe out of hopelessness. Or maybe just out of fear. Fear, of what life held for me at that very moment. The room I had been kept in was very quiet. You could hear nothing but the sounds of your own breath and movements. From my own analysis, I could conclude that it was a sound proofed room, probably built for special private purposes. If you’ve ever been to a studio, you’ll understand what I mean. I felt like I was in a well-padded room, soundproofed from external noise.

Time, there in the dark, was nothing but an illusion. I’d lost track of it. I couldn’t tell if it was morning, noon or night. Everything felt like nothing. Nothing at that point, meant anything to me as much as the desire to live again with the slightest air of freedom. I couldn’t tell for how long it was that I had passed out after my drugged breakfast of coffee and cookies, which landed me in this mess. “Or was I dead?” I thought. Was this what it actually felt like to be dead? To exist in timelessness?

I had tried so hard to keep myself from believing that my boss, Sean, knows anything about or had a hand in my present predicament, but the harder I tried, the stronger the thought fought its way through. Tears reeled down my cheek as the memories replayed in my head; his advances towards me, his niceness and how jovial he always is. Then I recalled my shock when I realized my phone had been accessed and then formatted. I recalled also what he had told me about his encounter with the policemen, and then finally I recalled his note that accompanied my deathly breakfast. “Could this be a part of a big plan that is yet to be unveiled? A deadly snare? A setup?” I thought. “But why would Sean set me up? It’s very obvious he is so into me. Or was it all a pretentious part that he played out well to get me trapped? But for what reason exactly? I have nothing. I mean nothing! Not even a hundredth of what he has and is. So why all these?” I was still trying to process the million thoughts in my head, when I felt an inflow of air accompanied with a very strong smelling perfume. Someone had just walked in.

The person walked up close to me and the next I felt was a resounding slap on the left side of my cheek. I groaned. The slap was followed by a jab to my stomach and then my back. I could do nothing but groan and wriggle in pains. Another slap landed at the back of my head sending my whole body flat to the floor. I waited in fear for more of the torture but it didn’t come again. I concluded the person must have left the room. I tried to assume back a sitting position, but my whole body hurt so badly. After several trials that made me feel nothing but more pains, I resolved to quietly lie down and wait for whatever next was coming. I had a feeling my backbone might have been slightly broken as a result of the jabs and the left side of my cheek felt as if it has been peeled off by the slap. After a while, I felt myself being carried by two people, one held my hands and the other my feet. I was being moved out of the room. I had slept off after moments after I had been beaten, which was why I didn’t notice when they came in. The thoughts of my parents and siblings flashed through my head. “All the promises I made them; all the dreams I have ever had, of what use are they now? I would never see them again and they would never know what happened to me,” I thought.

My hands and feet were untied and just as I was feeling relieved of it, I was made to sit down on a chair and had my whole body tied to it. The blind fold as well as the mouth-tie were remove. I felt the two people walk away. Suddenly, my eyes were hit by series of floodlights, I squinted until my eyes were able to adjust to the lights properly. “Who the fuuck are you people?” I screamed. “Show your ugly coward infested faces. Come ooooooooonnnn! Let me see your shit plastered face,” I yelled. Then from behind I heard someone pull a trigger. My whole body stiffened. “I am not afraid to die, fuckers. Let me see your face before I die, you coward. Leeettt meeee see your fucking face!” I yelled angrily. Then I felt a -coldness on my head. The gun was there on the right side of my head, waiting cold and still. “One more word Jay, and I will blow out your pathetic brains off your pretty face.” It was a woman’s voice.

She left the back and walked right into my face. She was stark naked, just like I was. Her breasts firm and well-shaped. Her hips were beautifully curvy and her belly was flat. She wore a red high heeled shoe and walked elegantly and comfortably in it. Her face was concealed behind a white party mask. “Hi Kelechi, do you like my tits?” she said as she squatted right in front of me. “I’m not sure we’ve met, not even in our dreams. But I sure do know a lot about you,” she said and then giggled lightly. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” I asked tiredly. “One more word from your luscious lips Kay, and that will be the end of your sorry-life,” she said waving her shot-gun before me. “Here, only one person makes the rules and it is the person with the gun. Do you understand?” she threatened. I kept quiet. She stood up, turned her back to me, walked some inches away, and swerved immediately to face me again. “Would you love some head, Kay? Urhhhhh! I feel like…. Hmmmm… so horny right now. Ohhh! I see. You don’t like me one bit, right? What’s the matter boy? Hmm? What don’t you like really? My hips? My breasts? My butts? What? Are they not firm enough?” she said as she moved closer to me and squatted again. “What don’t you like about me, you bastard? Huh?” she retorted with anger. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to do but…” she cut short my talking back with a dirty slap, again on my left cheek. I felt blood rolling out of my nose. “Now listen to me you retarded bastard. I do the talking here and you only have a chance to speak, if I ask you to. Understood?” I kept quiet. She yelled at me again, “UN-DERR-STOOOD?” “Yes,” I replied drowsily. “That’s my boy. Now Kelechi, oh no! Kay is sexier,” she said and laughed boisterously. “Kayyyy? Will you cum inside of me if I wanted you to? You and I could make some pretty babies together. Or what do you think sweerieeee?” She said touching my thighs, and then my stomach. I felt very irritated. ”Goooshhhh! How can someone be so disgusting,” I thought. “And the way she calls my name… Kayyyyyy! Could there be a better replacement for disgusting?” Every moment looked so slimy and annoying, just watching her form sexy and wicked at the same time.

She stood up again walked few inches away, turns slowly and pointed the gun at me. “Kay? I can with one shot, disintegrate your fucking pretty face off your damn neck you know,” she said sternly looking straight at me. “I don’t know what it is I had done to anyone to deserve this kind of torture, but I ask your forgiveness. I just want to go and live my life quietly. Whatever it is I ask your forgiveness and pledge it will never happen again,” I stuttered. “Oh sure… it will never happen again. I’ll make sure it never happens again, you poor thing” she said softly and then immediately concluded with a yell “Didn’t I warn you not to say a word.” Then she switched back to talking softly, And oh, Kay. I know about what happened two streets away from your house two nights ago. Also, I have every single data from your cellphone, contacts, chats and every single picture you ever had in it,” she said lightly with a faint smile. My whole melted with fear. I tried to control the subtle shiver creeping up my legs.

I didn’t know what exactly to think. I was still overwhelmed with fear when she said, “Hey Kay, would you love some twerking? Ohhh noooo! Poor thing. I almost forgot. You don’t do women right?” she mocked. My heart sank. I was gravely terrified. This is so much information about me for one person to have, and trying to think about how she came about them beat my imagination. “You prefer your like, right? Right?” she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at me. “Yes...Yessss, I prefer my likes,” I screamed. “Good,” she said. “Good you know because you took something that belonged to me – something very important; very special. I waited patiently for this time, to take it back from you, or maybe not. Maybe just to teach you never to tamper with what you can’t afford, next time,” she said, staring right into my eyes. “I know you’re wondering who I am, how I got the whole information about you but most importantly, what you took from me. Well, I will reveal to you who I am right now, then we both can figure out how the rest had happened. And that would end this session with you. I really did have a good time Kay. You’re quite an interesting personality,” she said.

She bent down to face me and then pulled of the white party mask that had concealed her face all the while. I passed out.

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THANKS to everyone who's been a source of encouragement since this story series began. You have spurred us into discovering a par of us that I indeed took for granted for long.

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NEW STORY UPDATE: YES! I KILLED HIM : Episode eight (PG 18+)

After my boss had left my room for his, I tried to power on my phone but it would come on. I suspected the battery power had been completely drained. Moreover, I had left my data service on, the last time I was with it. I stood up, went and switched back the lights on and started pacing around the room. I opened up the ajar wardrobe and found nothing but naked hangers. “There ought to be a charger somewhere in this big bedroom,” I whispered. I searched inside the wardrobe and still found nothing. “Maybe I should find out from boss if he has one,” I thought. Although he uses an iphone, I still had this nudge that there must be an android phone charger, somewhere in this big house. I paused for few indecisive seconds, thinking if asking boss was a good idea or I should just forget the whole phone stuff till morning. Then I decided I should give it a try. I opened the door and walked quietly towards my boss’s bedroom. The door was slightly open, so I pushed it in slowly and went inside. A red dim light was on. I could barely see anything clearly inside it. I scanned the tables and every feasible corner, but there was no trace of any charger. Carefully and quietly again, I walked out of my boss’s room and walk into the living room, switched on the light and scanned around again. This time, I found a charger, took it and headed back to my bedroom. I plugged the charger and got my phone connected immediately. It read 0% and then started charging. I slipped back in bed, hoping to be awake for few more minutes, so the phone could charge up and I can still power it on.

The hands ran through my naked laps, briskly massaging each of them. Then one of them started stroking my ‘koboko’ gently but smoothly. I wanted more. I wanted it all. My body jerked intermittently in rhythm to the stroking of my ‘koboko,’ up and then down. I wriggled slowly in-between surrender and retreat with breathy moans. I tried to pull away but then again, would surrender at will. The hand then started tracing right from my groins, through my navel, and then chest. And lastly on my neck, followed with a kiss. I wriggled and moaned with pleasure. Then a body slowly lay on my body. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, fingers to fingers, bulge to bulge and ski to skin. I felt a shiver, a rush of mild but pleasurable fever, as the mouth kissed my mouth passionately. Warm and sweet it was, like a mixture of mint and vanilla, while fingers began to interlock and bulges grew more intense. The body laid calm on mine, no caress, nothing. My temperature ran wild. I just knew I couldn’t fight back this one, then I calmly surrendered to it. Then one of the hands unlocked from mine, went right back down and started stroking my ‘koboko’ again with the body still lying on me. I was going to cum, when I suddenly woke up. I had been dreaming. I looked around the dark bedroom as if I was going to arrest the culprit, but there was no one in there. The only light I could see was from my phone which had been fully charged and was displaying its fully charged light icon. I came down from the bed, unplugged my phone, powered it on and crawled back into bed. It was 4:30am.

I immediately knew something was wrong when my phone did not request my usual password before I could access it. I wondered what had happened as I carefully swiped across the windows, checking to see if there were any possible changes. My curiosity intensified when I discovered that all the applications I had downloaded, which were not customized applications for my phone, were all gone. Quickly I went straight to my contact list, only to discover that all my contacts have been wiped out of my phone - every single one. I reached for my phone’s picture gallery and to my horror, no single file was left in my phone. Only then did it dawn on me that my phone had be accessed and then formatted. I was practically holding my phone in the same state it was when I first bought it. “But how come? What could have happened that would have triggered a reformatting of my phone? It obviously was not a mistake. Someone had intentionally formatted my phone. But why?” I thought worriedly. Then my mind suddenly raced back to what my boss had told me earlier that day, with regards to his meeting with the policemen. He said that they had found a pass-worded phone on the scene of the crime last night, and they were doing everything they could to crack it open, because they believed that the contents of the phone would be a major lead for them to tracking down the suspect. Whatever information they were be able to gather from the phone would definitely serve as a major break for them in solving the case.

My heart pounded harder as I processed every single thought that my mind kept generating. I carefully weighed the possibility of being tracked down and arrested for murder. The thought of it made my heart sink into my stomach. Fear crept into my spine, seemingly paralyzing my whole body. My legs began to shake. “Could it be someone else’s phone that they had picked up?” I thought, trying to console myself. “Why had my boss not seen the phone in the bag when he brought my laptop and wallet, because according to him, he had asked the driver to pack everything that belonged to me into his bag? That means he must have shown him my desk and the contents from my desk he wanted him to include in his bag. Or could it be that he had transferred my laptop and wallet to another bag when he got home for ease of carriage, but then didn’t see the phone? On the other hand, if he could see my wallet in the same bag, then why not my phone?” I muttered to myself.

“Then again, why did my boss tell the police I was his brother? Why did he have to go to such length to lie to them that we spent the whole of the day at the office working, if he hadn’t sensed any impending or imminent signs of danger? It seemed like a perfect excuse for someone who doesn’t want himself indulged in any way with police and their trouble, especially for some implicative cases like murder,” I thought. Could it be my boss already suspected I may be involved or implicated in a way, given the space of time the whole incident happened. He was one smart guy I know. Maybe he had figured out that if I was eventually tracked down as a prime suspect, it might lead to exposing what led me to the scene of the crime that night. Which would not be nice for people to hear with regards to the caliber of man that he is seen as in the society. So in other to avert any possible links, he might as well have made the policemen offers to die down their take on the matter. Is it even possible to bribe the police off a case as serious as murder? What if my boss was just trying to protect me in all these? What if this was simply a genuine foreplay of love and care?” I thought. I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my head. I put my hand on it, closed my eyes and everything suddenly started spinning. I staggered and fell on the bed still holding my head as it swirled with crazier frantic thoughts. I laid back only to wake up around 6:30am.

Waking up to the smell of freshly made coffee was the most relieving thing that happened to my morning that day. On the small side table beside the bed, was a cup of coffee and some cookies in a sizable steel tray. Beside the cookie plate was a note. I picked it up and opened it. It read:

‘Make yourself comfortable Kay. I had a very important impromptu meeting to catch up with, after which I will go for church service. I wanted you to have some more rest, and that is the reason I didn’t bother waking you up this morning. If you need anything, kindly contact any of the security guards, although I think whatever it is you’d need within the short space of time I would be away, you can find in the house. See you soon.’

I smiled as I dropped the note on the bed and invaded the plate of cookies as if I had not eaten for days. I sipped the coffee. It tasted differently sweeter and better than what I was used to. I gulped more of it. “Hmmm! Nice,” I thought. Sean definitely knows how to take care of, or should I say spoil someone. I was about to pick the last cookie from the saucer, when I noticed it had doubled. I tried to pick it still but couldn’t. A strange dizziness seemed to weigh my eyes down. My sight grew blurry. Everything started replicating itself in twos and threes and fours. I stood up, hoping I could manage and get to the bathroom, but the coffee cup slipped off my hand. The last thing I remember, was a thud and a smash to the floor. Then I woke up to a gross darkness. 

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NEW STORY; YES! I KILLED HIM (Episode seven)

After we had eaten and rested, watching the epic blockbuster comedy ‘The Mask,’ which starred the hilarious l actor Jim Carrey, boss showed me to my bedroom. I was drained and worried, due to the series of thoughts that kept erupting in my mind. “If the phone the police had found was actually mine, then the depth of shit I have gotten myself into, is deeper than I initially feared. The new information my boss had relayed to me, is causing some serious strains within me. The chaos is eating me up. What about my all my chats, whatsapp, facebook messenger and the other likes? What would they think if they saw the contents? Gooosshh! I’m finished. I really should be dead right now,” I thought as I slipped my tired body into the family-sized bed. The beds softness was much more comforting than my own thoughts, and how I so wished the feelings it gave my body can be extended to my heart right about this moment. I’m sure it would grant my troubled heart some peace.

Though I was very tired, sleep seemed very far from my eyes. I managed to get up, reach the switch, turned out the lights and slipped back lousily into my bed. “I should have come with my laptop. Music would have been the best therapy for me tonight,” I thought. I had barely closed my eyes trying to find sleep wherever it had hidden itself, when the lights came back on. It was my boss.

“Kay, are you alright?” he asked, already in his boxers and a plain white t-shirt. “Yes, I am,” I replied. “Sean,” he stressed. “Call me Sean,” he stressed again as he walked towards my bed. Even in ordinary boxers, he still looked exquisitely cute. And his bulge? It was even bigger than I has thought. I wondered how, what he harbored underneath those boxers would looked like for a moment, and then shook it off my head immediately, as he came and sat down on the bed. “You looked very worried Kay. Is there anything particularly bothering you? If there is, we can talk about it. See me as your friend now, and forget the bossing for now at least. When we get back to workplace on Monday we continue, he said, his voice deep and rich with concern and care. I sat up, looked at him for a while and then looked away gently. “Why are you being extra nice to me, boss? I know naturally you are nice to a fault, but this, the whole thing makes me slightly uneasy. I mean no harm by asking, but I really would love to know, because I feel I’ve been here before. It feels like a ‘dejavu’ and I would never allow the last experience I had to repeat itself. I swear on my life,” I said, softly. Then tuning to him, I continued. “What exactly boss? I am not the only worker in your company, neither am I the best or most intelligent. But it seems you have taken a special interest in me and won’t stop at anything to show it. So tell me exactly Boss, what is it about me that warrants these extra interests? I need to know.” “My name, Kay, is Sean,” he reinstated, after listening to me patiently. “I want…,” his phone vibrated distracting and cutting him short from finishing his sentence. He looked at it, touched a button and seemed to have read something from it. Then he shook his head, passed the phone over to me and said, “Read.” I took the phone from him and glanced through the message that appeared before me:

“May God punish you and reserve the deepest and hottest part of hell for you. You this demon. You thought you could ruin my life. God will judge you. You hear! God will judge you!”

i was more awake now after reading the text message, stunned by the weight of what I had read , or should I say that what actually stunned me, was to whom it was addressed – my boss. He’s just too perfect and too nice for someone to have sent that. Yeah, I know everyone has their little demons, but it seemed to me my boss had been able to trade his demons fortunately, wherever, for his charms and charisma. “Who sent that,” I asked disgustedly. “My wife. Sorry, my ex-wife I meant to say,” he said, retaining a faint smile on his lips. “Ex-Wife?” I exclaimed. “Yes,” he nodded, “Ex-wife,” he said as he collected the phone from me, tapped on few buttons and gave them back to me. It was a picture of a beautiful woman, whom I already guessed must be his ex-wife. “Who,” I asked. “My wife, sorry again. I meant my ex-wife. I shave to get used quickly to adding the ex,” he said and chuckled. “Well, this may sound fun and funny to you, but I can’t tell you how really awkward I feel right now about it. Last year, I remember you called her on her birthday, with your phone on its external speaker, as all the staff sung her a birthday song. You said she was in Italy then,” I said. “Yes, you have a very sound memory. She’s still there in Italy. Though we are officially divorced, she keeps sending these messages, thinking she can provoke me with them. She thinks I wanted to ruin her life. She thinks all sorts of things about me now. The message you read, is nothing compare to some others she had sent. She thinks all sorts of ill-mannered things about me, and when she can’t contain the thoughts, she shares them with me via text messages,” he said as he heaved a sigh.

“Things like what? What happened? Why did she leave? Was it you who filed for a divorce, or she did?” I pressed with more questions. “No! I would never do such a thing, but I still believe it was for the best of our interests that we did. I am glad we both came to that point where we had to set ourselves from the bondage we greedily self-inflicted on ourselves,” he said. “I don’t understand Sean, errmm, I mean Boss. Please explain,” I finished stuttering, having realized that I had eventually fallen into the trap of calling my boss by his name. He laughed, patted the back of my hand and said, “You sleep now Kay. We have lots of time to talk tomorrow.” “I don’t feel sleepy. We van talk now,” I said. “Goodnight Kay. We’ll talk morrow, okay?” he said as he stood to leave. I held his hand and said, “Stay Sean. I want to hear your story. Tell it to me like it is. I won’t interrupt you; I won’t judge you. I just want to listen to you pour out your heart. Remember, a problem shared is half solved.” He sat back down on the bed, looking like a lost child, longing for its mother. I could sense the weight of his pain from his silence. His eyes blinked restlessly and after a while he was gazing blankly at the pillow on my bed. “Sean, I called out his name again, quietly. “I want you to tell me your story. I’m all ears,” I said.

“Now listen,” he started. “For years, I have learned to fight myself in order to be someone else. I have battled ceaselessly this thing they called a demon, which surfaced each day to eat every atom of peace within me without a second thought. I have sojourned, seeking for the slightest remedy to calm my tormented soul,” he said. I laid back down, so I can get a proper view of his face as he spoke. “This demon, what is it like when it overwhelms you? How do you know it has surfaced? What does it make you in particular?” I asked him gently. “You sure don’t want to know Kay. You sure don’t. My growing up as a teenager was absolute war for me. There were no kinds of places I wasn’t taken for prayers, my parents being the staunch religious type, to make sure this demon was suppressed,” he said, as he bowed his head like a dying last soldier, surrounded by a thousand foes. Tears flowed down his cheek, seeding a mild chill through me at the sight of him crying. I watched him without the slightest idea of what to do. I quietly reached folded my hands and observed him quietly.

Then he continued, “Kay, my wife left me because of you.” Suddenly it seemed like I had been stuck by lightening. I was speechless, dumbfounded. I could only gaze at him in shock as his statement kept echoing in my head. “What the hell did he even mean by that,” I thought.

“My wife left me when she found out, one year after our marriage. Then wrote me few weeks after our divorce, that she had aborted our three weeks old baby, soon afterwards she had found out. She was going to tell me about our baby on the same day she caught me red handed,” he said, and then sighed heavily. “That fateful day she was scheduled to travel. All preparations had been duly processed. I dropped her off at the airport and kissed her goodbye. Then drove back to the office. That same day in the evening, I organized a little get together for my staff and few friends. It was on a Friday. I was so lost in the party mood, a bit tipsy as well, I never had the slightest idea my phone had been ringing. After my friends and staff had gone, I asked one of my staff to wait around…” “To wait around and help you clean up the messed up room, with the promise that you’d drop him off when he was done,” I said, cutting him short and finishing the statement aptly for him. I remembered that night like yesterday. That was my first encounter with my boss. He kept staring at me while I cleaned up the whole messy room diligently.He was very high on alcohol that night. To drunk for whatever happened afterwards to be true.

“My wife left me because of you, Kay. She saw us that night. She had come back home very late in the night, angry. She had called uncountable times because her flight had been cancelled and she was stranded. But I was so drunk and high that night I didn’t even know where I dropped my phone. And yeeesss! Talking about phones, that reminds me,” he detoured I his story, “There’s a phone I saw in my bag and I’m not sure who owns it. Let me get it. Maybe you might be able to identify which of the staff it belongs to. A minute please,” he said as he left the bedroom.

He returned few minutes later only to be holding in his hand that looked like mine. “Do you have an idea whom the owner is? I think someone must have left it on their desk and my driver must have mistakenly packed it alongside your laptop and wallet when I asked him to put your things inside my bag yesterday,” he said, tossing the phone towards me. “I think you should sleep Kay. We’ll continue our talk in the morning. Goodnight,” he said as he turned out the lights and closed the door behind him.

The phone was mine.

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STORIES: YES! I KILLED HIM (Episode six)

I froze, the moment I heard Deola’s voice from outside saying three policemen were looking for me. Wait! There were there, outside my very own door? Not one, not two… three policemen? My inability to process the flood of thoughts that overwhelmed me all at once, must have set my whole body trembling with an impromptu fever. “Kay! Are you okay?” my boss inquired curiously from where he was seated, seemingly breaking off fear’s spell, that had held me bound those few moments. “No Boss, I’m not okay. I mean yes! I’m just pressed. I need to make use of the rest room immediately,” I lied. “Okay, you can go, I’ll see to the door and attend to them,” he replied.

I quickly scurried off into the rest room and immediately, bolted the door behind me. I was already sweating profusely. I tried to urinate and only had few drops of spring escape the placid pale looking gentleman of the inner chambers. I heard the front door creek open, heard my boss exchanging pleasantries with the policemen almost immediately, before the door closed behind him. Then I heard nothing else. I couldn’t hear the discussions between my boss and the policemen. Everywhere had suddenly become silent. I waited to hear something, anything. But there came no single sound at all, not even from the children I expected to still be playing outside. It was grave silence that prevailed or was it just my fears, playing a smart trick on me?

Everything seemed to have died down all at once only to pave way for me to hear and listen to the pounding of my heartbeat. What could be happening outside? Have they found out about my involvement in last night’s murder case? Fear flushed cold into my veins at the very thought of it. Or had someone seen me and my boss trying to make out through the window and called the police? I quickly knocked the idea of me and my boss off as a probability almost as immediate as the thought came, because my window was very high with the way my apartment was built. No one standing behind could even get their hands close to the edges. I sat down on the WC patiently waiting for any sound, especially my boss’s or the creaking of my door. As I waited I listened to my rumbling stomach and my pounding heartbeat making music that reminded me of nothing but an anonymous death-metal rock band. I bowed my head, clasped my hands and bit my lips, wishing all these never happened or better still it would all just end this moment.

“Kay?” my boss’s voice pierced through together with the creaking of the door as he gently opened it. “Kay?” he called again. “Yes boss,” I replied sluggishly from indie the rest room, feigning weakness. “What is the matter with you Kay? You don’t sound good. Is anything the matter? He asked with a concern and sincerity that pierced my heart. Yet, I did not respond. I kept quiet and I knew it would raise his curiosity. “Kay,” he called again banging the door with his hand. “What is happening in there,” he inquired, this time with much seriousness and concern in his voice. Slowly, I unbolted the door and staggered out, pretending I was very, very weak. “I’m not feeling fine boss. I don’t know what is wrong with me,” I muttered. I said. “Okay! Okay!! I’m taking you straight away to my private clinic for immediate checkup and treatment. Okay?” he said, with slight panic in his voice, although he tried to control it with his unwavering gesture of concern and care.

He helped me to his car, then to its back seat, where he gently helped me lay down. He dashed back to my house, locked up and dashed back to is car, as if I was going to die the next moment if he wasted any more time. Jumped into his seat and ignited his car engine. He swung back, took a close look at me and said, “You’ll be fine, Okay? Don’t worry. There are specialist at my private clinic and you’re sure to get the best of attention and treatment needed for you to bounce back to health, Okay” he said, looking and hoping to get a possible affirmative answer to his words.

I looked at him and a pang of pain and guilt shrouded my heart. Why am I punishing him for something that he knows nothing about? Why am I making him suffer for something that doesn’t even exist? I am not sick and wasn’t even sure for what reasons the policemen had even come. I heaved a very heavy sigh at the thought and quietly said to him, “Take me to your house boss.” He looked again at me closely, this time placing his hand on my forehead and then asked, “Are you sure about this? Why don’t you just allow me take you to the hospital for at least some checkups, please,” he asked. “Yes, I am fine boss. No need for the clinic. I think I know what’s wrong with me. Perhaps, I just need a change of environment. If I don’t get any better, then we can head to the clinics. But I’m very sure I’ll be fine without them,” I said. “Okay then, would you be needing anything from your house. I can quickly get some of them at ease for you, with your directions. Maybe your laptop or something else,” he inquired aptly. “No sir! Just take me away from here. I think I really need a break from the screens as well,” I replied. “Alright then,” he said as he gently drove out from my neighborhood. I tried to sit up and only then did I notice that a small crowd had already gathered, watching us all the while. I sighted someone waving at me. It was Deola. I waved back at him and watched his tiny figure, as it gradually faded into the street’s perspective.

I can’t tell how long we’d been on the road because I had slept off. It was a constant yanking of a car horn that had woken me up. We were already at my boss’s place. The massive gates rolled backwards as the security guards pulled them away, revealing his beautiful bungalow. Believe me this is no ordinary edifice. It is one of exquisite taste. I think he repainted it. Dang! This house is soooooo fine. My boss has an impeccable taste. I don’t know how he does it. Everything about his seems flawless, from his choice of perfume even down to is bulge. He seems to know exactly what suits him perfectly.

I had eased off greatly from the tension. Thanks to the sleep and a ride from a boss who cares. We walked inside greeted by the security guards. He plays with one of the, an elderly man, throwing playful punches at him. They both laughed as he shook his hand and went to open the door to his living room. “Arrrrggghhhhh,” I screamed, as two big-headed Alsatian dogs came panting through the opened door. I quickly hid behind my boss as he continued to jerk from some series of mischievous laughter. “What is it Kay?” he said as he continue to laugh, looking at my nervous facial expressions. “I thought you liked dogs? You always boasted about your love for dogs,” he mocked. “Yes boss! Dogs, not wolves,” I retorted. He made some gestures and both dogs disappeared from our sight. He continued to laugh as he walked towards a switchboard in the room. He pulls the switch down and the whole room was lit up. “Did you repaint your apartment boss,” I asked, filled with awe at the new look of his house, compared to the last time I came around. I carefully savored the interior décor and visual aesthetic of the room we were in. “Yes, I did! The last time you came here, it was a mixture of lilac and peach colors, but presently what we have is a monochromatic play of tints and shade of sky blue,” he said, eyes filled with joy and excitement.

I took some time to survey the artworks in the room, majorly paintings and sculptural pieces. The sculptural pieces seemed to capture my attention most because they didn’t look like something within the shores of our country. “Boss, where did you get these sculptural pieces,” I asked. “Oh those?” he said peeking his head out from one of the rooms he had walked into. “I bought those from my last trip to Tanzania - crazy stuff I’d say. A horse dancing with a hippo or so it seems,” he said referring to the piece I had picked up from its stand. I laughed as I carefully placed back the piece. “Go have a shower while I prepare us something. You’ll find all you need there, including some shorts and t-shirt to change into,” he said. “Okay boss. Thanks,” I replied.

I took my bath, changed and came back into the room. Table was being set by boss. He had two bottle of red wine and two champagne glasses. “Let me help you with some of those boss,” I said. “It’s Sean, Kay. Seeaann. Call me Sean, Okay?” he replied softly, looking at me as he gently handed me the champagne glasses and a bottle of red wine. “I can’t ever bring myself to calling you by your name sir. You are my boss and calling you by your name would really make me feel out of place. Not only that, I would feel I’m taking you for granted,” I retorted, looking a bit indecisive. “Why can’t you? Huh? Anyway have your seat let's eat and then afterwards we can talk if we still have the strength. If not we watch movies and then go to sleep afterwards. There’s always tomorrow to talk,” he said as he tore apart the silver foil covering the wine’s top. “Yes, yes, yessss!!! That reminds me. I didn’t even tell you what the policemen said today when I went out to talk with them," he said, as he popped open the wine and poured some into my glass and then his. “What did they say?” I said, trying to feign disinterest in what he had to say. He gulped down some of the wine from his glass and said, “They said someone was murdered last night, two streets away from yours. Well, not really murder. Its manslaughter according to their description. These policemen have allowed bribe make them unable to properly differentiate between crimes,” he said, as he gulped down more goblets from his glass and laughed lightly. “Manslaughter?” I inquired. “Yes. Well, they were all out and about their minor investigations today at your neighborhood, which was why they knocked at your door. I told them you are my friend and we were together at the office where we work, throughout yesterday. And also that you’ve been at my place, that I only brought you home to take few of your things and then we'll head back to my place. Yes, I remember also they said they found a phone and they were going to unlock it and see the contents of the phone. They claim that whoever the phone belonged to might serve as a prime suspect, because they found the phone at the scene of the crime,” he concluded.

A phone? That reminds me. I last saw my phone few minutes before I slept off at the office yesterday. That was before the encounter with my boss. Now, I’m feeling the heat of this subtle fire burning beneath me. I think I’m in for real trouble. Did I run out of the office with it? If I didn’t my boss would have found it and returned it together with the laptop and wallet. I didn’t sight it at home earlier today either. That tastes like a piece of rotten shit being forced down my through. This is my demise. I think it's my phone they found.

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NEW STORY: YES! I KILLED HIM (Episode Five)

“Have you had something for breakfast or lunch today, Kay?” my Boss asked, while I slipped friskily into a rumpled white t-shirt, that I had found amongst the unwashed pile of clothes in the wardrobe. “No Sir! Nothing yet!” I muttered through the t-shirt as it finally settled on me. “Well, since you haven’t, will you allow me to give you a special Saturday treat today, then we can talk while at it,” he asked. “Ermm… I’m sorry Boss, but I think we can talk about whatever you want us to talk about right here. I promise to keep it between us,” I answered as I went straight on and sat on my white plastic chair. He gazed at me, smiled and then shook his. “Why are you seated there Kay? Come over here and sit with me, please,” he said, as a light laughter escaped his mouth. “No Boss, I’m fine here. So, can we talk now?” I asked. He smiled, took his gaze off me and stared blankly at the window curtains. I narrowed down my head to my fingers and started cleaning off some invisible stains from them. I could feel my heartbeat gradually racing up in the sudden quietness that had crept up into my room and seemed to have built a wall between us.

“Kay,” his rich smooth silky voice said, calmly, finally breaking the long silence. “Yes Sir,” I answered. “Have you told anyone yet about what happened at the office yesterday,” he asked. No Sir! Had no intentions of doing such Sir,” I answered. “I am deeply sorry about what happened yesterday. I really am. I didn’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t hold back myself. Please forgive me Kay. Please forgive me. That’s all I came here to ask of you today. Please! I couldn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t forgive myself for what I did. I tried to pretend nothing ever happened but couldn’t get it out of my head. Several crazy thoughts had crept up my head for fear that you might go telling people about it. I’d thought of framing you up, which afterwards I’d fire you. But how could I do such to you. I’d never forgive myself if I did.so, I made up my mind to come see you face to face and ask your forgiveness… please,” he said.

“What manner of man is this? I can’t remember when last I saw or heard a man cry, but this one isn’t just a man. No! This is no man. This one is a demi-god. A crying demi-god. The sincerity in his voice was haunting. I could feel the very pains behind his words, piercing my skin. Not seen this kind of humility before, or is there something else attached to this?” I thought.

I reluctantly stuck to my chair, and listened quietly to his intermittent heavy sighs. “This isn’t happening. No! I must be dreaming,” I thought. I managed to raise my head slightly, and caught a quick glimpse of him. His head was bowed and fully buried in his palms. The sight sent chills through my spine. “How can a man be this broken? Not just any man. A man I’d seen as perfect. Cute, rich, perfect smile, good job, easy going, always smiling etc. a Demigod? How can? I murmured to myself. His mood made me speechless. I didn’t have an idea of the slightest thing to do to help. I felt as helpless as he was that moment. I didn’t even know to place him – As my boss, or a friend or just an offender who needed to be set free. To me seemed to be all three at once. I was confused.

There I was, still lost in thought thinking of what to do, when he stood up and walked towards me. My body cringed. My heart pounded. I felt a rush of feverish adrenaline flood through my veins. My eyes were affixed to his feet. He walked few to where I was seated and knelt down on one knee. I stood up and was about to briskly get behind him, when he held me. His touch set my whole body aflame. My feet gradually began to shiver. “Please forgive me Kay, I’m deeply sorry,” he said with his head still bowed. I forced myself of his grip and went behind him. I think he actually let me go, because I am very sure I was no match for his strength. “Boss please, pleeeaasseee... you’re making me uncomfortable. Please stand up. I’ve forgiven you. I have nothing against you. Everything that happened is now all in the past. Please, for goodness sake stand up. You’re making me feel very terrible at the moment,” I begged, feeling very embarrassed.

“Kay,” he called out. “Yes Boss,” I stuttered. “Please come and sit down,” he said with a certain childish sweetness in his voice. “Not until you stand up Boss,” I replied. “I won’t stand up until you agree your lunch for today is on me,” he said. “Okay! Okay!! I agree. Please stand up now,” I resounded. He stood, sat down and beckoned on me to come and sit down. I was walking to do so, when he grabbed me and pulled me to the bed.

“Kay, I have a problem I would love to share with you. Maybe, you’d be the one to proffer me with a tangible solution. Who knows? They say a problem shared is half solved,” he said as his smile, once again, crept up onto his lips. “Boss, I am nobody to share your problems with. I mean, what am I compared to you? I can’t possibly proffer any meaningful solutions whatsoever,” I said, trying to fight my hands off his grips. But he was just too strong for me. “Shhhhhhh… Hush Kay, you underrate yourself so much and that’s so, so bad of you,” he whispered. My whole body was hot. My stomach rumbled. I didn’t think I could get away this time. You don’t know how difficult a choice is, until you have to reject reluctantly what you so willingly desire. “Kay,” he called me again, softly. I couldn’t even summon the strength answer him. I was already hypnotized. How do I say no to what I secretly desired, that is being offered me here on a platter of gold? Just how?” I thought. He paused for few seconds after he called my name, still smiling, and the said, “Why do you think I hired you?” “I don’t know Sir. But it could be because you saw I needed the job badly back then,” I replied. “You’re wrong Kay. Very, very wrong. I didn’t hire you because you needed a job so badly. I hired you because I saw something in you. Something I’d rarely seen in many employees that have worked with me,” he said. “And what could that be Boss,” I inquired. “I’ll tell you but right after I’ve shared what is bothering me with you. Agreed?” he said. “Sure Boss,” I said forcing a faint smile on my face.

He pulled me closer to himself, my whole body melted. I was lost. Ready for whatever it was, with my eyes closed.
His lips were already on my neck, when suddenly we heard a banging on my door. “Who dey here?” a pitchy male voice yelled out first, forcing my boss to gently disengage me from his grips. “Who could that be,” I thought, as I made my way towards the door. “Are you expecting somebody,” my boss asked. ”Not expecting anyone boss,” I replied him. “Who lives here? Or nobody lives here,” a coarse cracked male voice continued to rant. Before I could open the door, Deola’s voice chimed from nowhere, “Broda! Broda!! Three policeman is looking for you ohhh!”

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NEW STORY: YES! I KILLED HIM (Episode four)

“What’s your name,” the light-skinned man asked me, with a faint indifferent smile on his face. “Kay Sir,” I replied. His reserved indifferent smile suddenly broadened into a pale sinister one. “Kay? Your name is Kay?” he questioned. “No Sir. I’m sorry sir. I meant Kelechi. Sorry Sir! My name is Kelechi Dim Sir. I’m sorry Sir.” I answered him almost immediately, having realized my mistake. “You can go now Mr. Kelechi Dim,” the man said as he hit one of the buttons on the white inter-switch telephone on his table, signaling for the next interview candidate. “Just like that? Was that all he needed for the interview or he’s not yet ready for me? Perhaps, he’s not the interviewer. Let me stylishly find out from him,” I thought.

“Please Sir, Ermm…, I actually came for the interview Sir.” I said. “Yes, I am very much aware you ae here for the interview young man and I’m actually done interviewing you. We don’t need absent minded people in our firm. We need people whose attention will be 100 percent dedication to whatever post they would be required to handle. People who are focused and apt to help is in achieving maximum productivity. But it is quite fortunate for us that you’d be needed somewhere better than our firm. Your absentmindedness will surely be of use to a firm which unfortunately, I can’t think of any at the moment. You can see I still have a lot of better and serious candidates to attend to, so if you don’t mind Mr. Kay, help yourself with the door.

I stood up, feeling rejected, frustrated and confused. I tried so hard to hold back the tears I felt welling up at the corners of my eyes, but freely they came racing down my cheeks, the moment I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply. “Goosh! What a day? The sixth interview in two weeks and the worst. I’m fucked and cursed. A messed up never-do-well,” I murmured to myself as I reached out for the doors handle to go out of the interview room. Before my hand could get to the handle, the door swung open to the outside and someone bumped into me. “Hmmmm… Nice perfume,” I thought, ask I quickly clasped my hands and apologized, making few frantic bows like a Chinese kowtowing.

“Heyyyy, c’mon… it’s not your fault at all. I should have knocked before coming in. I should be the one apologizing here,” the man said patting me gently on my left shoulder. I looked up slightly and sharply enough to catch a glimpse of the owner of this voice and rare manner in a generation like ours. Do such people still exist? People who own up quickly to their faults regardless of what eyes were watching? “Fadalod,” I muttered to myself the moment I beheld his face. He was as handsome as his manners and voice. He looked like something out from the movies. How could someone be this cute? Shisuuux!

“Hey Sean, good to see you,” the interviewer’s voice exclaimed with a warmth I never felt in it during his interview with me. Their pleasantries faded quickly as I shut the door behind me. For a second, the world seemed a little fair and nice until the receptionist’s yelling voice impaired the sweetness of that moment. “Come and sign out ohhhhhh, you this boy! What are you even thinking at this your age? Do you have shildren at home that you’re feeding?” I just ignored her and walked out of the reception as the laughter of the many that were still waiting their turns for the interview, faded slowly behind me. Outside, I sat under one out of the numerous fruit trees with a massive shades, waiting for the sun to set a while before I headed home. There I slept off.

I was woken up later by one of the security agents who urged to start going home, with the company having reached its closure time. I thanked him, brought out my phone to check what time it was. My phone was out of power. I quickly inquired from the security agent and he told me that time was 6:45pm. I slipped out the bottle of water from my bag, turned out some of it on my palms and washed my face. Then dried carelessly with my handkerchief and strutted along the road leading to the company’s main entrance gate. I was very hungry. I had money but only enough to take me back home. As I recalled the events of that day, tears welled up my eyes again. I tried one more time to hold it back, but they only managed to let it out with an audible heavy sigh. Then I started sobbing. I knew there was more to my life than these, just that I couldn’t figure some things out yet.

A car horned from behind and yanked me back to reality. I turned only to see that it was my interviewer. I waved at him but he just drove past me as if we’ve never seen nor met before. Behind him was another car, clean with tinted glasses. I couldn’t see who was inside. The car got closer to me and halted. Its tinted window on the side I was, automatically wound down. “Him again?” I thought as a faint smile crested my lips. “You’re the guy I bumped into, right?” he asked, his laughter revealing his perfect set of white teeth. I laughed. “Yes, I am Sir. It’s no big deal. We all make mistakes.” I replied him. “I am Sean, and you are?” he asked. “I am Kelechi Dim,” I answered. He smiled. “Gaaaawwwwd!!! That smile.” I thought trying to avoid his eyes which he had fixed steadily on my face.

“C’mon, don’t get too formal with me man. Don’t you have any nicknames? A short one would be preferable,” he said. “There is sir. But the same I fear, just denied me a working opportunity with this great company, some hours ago.” I answered, laughing. He joined me in laughing too. “Jezzzzz! Who is this man? Why is my heart doing me somehow? How can a man be this fine and free at the same time? Down to earth and yet, seems equal to any task.” I thought to myself. Fine people are usually pompous. And the rich ones amongst them are no go areas. But this one seems very different.

“You’ve not told me a shorter name I can call you,” he reminded. “Oh! I’m sorry sir. Kay. You can call me Kay.” I replied. “So where is Kay headed?” he asked. “Home sir.” I replied. “And where is home Kay?” he asked again with a smiling tilted head. “Ermm… not too far from here sir.” I said, having sensed he might offer to give me a ride home, which I wasn’t sure I wanted to do. “Okay, hop in and give me directions on how to drop you off. I may be going your way as well, you know,” he said. “No Sir! I’m alright really. Thank you very much.” I insisted. He looked down, shook his head and then turned again and looked at me and said “C’mon man, hop in. I won’t bite you” I laughed and without any more hesitation, I hoped in. “Have you had something like lunch or dinner?” he asked. “No sir, But when I get…” he cut me short before I could finish saying, “Let’s get to an eatery and get you something okay.” “Okay sir. Thank you very much. I really appreciate.” I replied. “You’re welcome,” he replied as he drove off and those tinted glasses came winding up. “Cool ride,” I thought.

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STORIES: YES! I KILLED HIM. (Episode three)

(Part 3)

I stood there before my boss, speechless, staring at him as if he wasn’t even there. He did nothing as well. Just stood there with his usual charming smile. His dark evenly-tanned, sweat-soaked skin, glittered in the almost midday sun. I could see his perfect abs neatly outlined beneath his wet white-silk sportswear. His thigh muscles, well defined under the tight sports-pants he wore. And his ‘Koboko?’ – It was always there, announcing its presence even when uncalled for.

“How are you, Kay? Can I please come in? Would love to have a word or two with you… please!” said my boss. His smooth silky flawless voice, jolted me back to the fact that I had unconsciously kept him standing outside longer than I thought. “Oh, please Sir, do come in. forgive my manners.” I said as I quickly opened the door to let him in. “Oh pleeeaaassee…, who manners (manna) these day? We are not Israelites in the wilderness.” He said as he made his way into my room, smiling at me broadly. “Broda, anything for me?” the little boy who had brought my boss to my house inquired. “Ohhhhh… thank you Deola. See, make you come back, you hear. I will give you something when I finish with my visitor, okay?” I said. “Okay Broda” he said, as he scampered away to join the other kids I saw playing outside. I smiled as I watched him reunite with the other kids as if nothing has transpired between the both of us. Children! Their innocence and sincerity and most of all there fearlessness is intriguing – something we adults spend our time learning how to suppress. As I shut the door, a subtle chaos flooded my mind again. My Boss in my room? What exactly does he want this time? Well, I guess I just have to face him and find out for myself.

“Kay, come over here,” my boss beckoned. He was already seated on my bed and was opening a bag he came with. From the bag he brought out a laptop, my laptop, and then my wallet, and carefully placed both on my table. “Nice place you’ve got here Kay,” he said. “Thanks Boss,” I replied as I made my way towards my wardrobe. I thought a pair of short won’t be bad to put on, because I realized all the while I was still wearing my boxers. I was scanning through my scattered wardrobe when my boss asked me, “What are you looking for Kay?” “OH! Nothing much sir. Just trying to find a pair of shorts to put on. Can’t be wearing boxers with my boss in my place. It’s visually unappealing and professionally degrading.” I replied. “Are you kidding me?” he replied as he let out a loud, hearty, staccato laughter. “C’mon men! You look absolutely okay. Moreover, this is your home and you should be free, okay? Come on over and sit down Kay, we need to really talk.” He said. “Okay Boss, but at least singlet to cover my hunger stricken chest won’t be a bad idea, right?” I replied. He burst out into series of uncontrollable laughter. I knew he wasn’t faking it. I have worked with him for two and a half years now and I can tell you one thing about him – He’s as sweet as he looks, inside and outside. He’s a child at heart, one of the reasons working with him has be nothing but fun. Also one of the reasons I’m endeared to him. There was never a dull moment with Mr. Sean, my Boss.

I met my Boss, Mr. Sean, at one of the very unfortunate and most frustrating interviews I went for, three year ago. Prior to this very interview, I had gone for five other different interviews all in a space of two weeks. I was desperate for a job, any job at all. My parents and siblings needed all the help they can get and it hurts like hell to see each day pass without being able to do anything for them. Out of the five interviews I had gone for, only one told me they’d get back to me and believe me, I am yet to get a call back from them almost three years later. Of course most of them never get back to you and it took me some painful years to understand this. So, I was here for the sixth interview and what I had made up my mind would be the last I would ever go for. I was seriously tired of scouting for jobs and had started thinking on how to start up something for myself. It was this same day that the same man now seated in my room, Mr. Sean, my Boss, walked straight right into my life.

“Neeext,” the receptionist had called out but I didn’t hear her because I had an earpiece covering my ear, and was listening Katherine Jenkins’ classical rendition of Habanera – one of my all-time favorite classical piece. “Neeeeeeeeexxxxxttt,” the receptionist’s voice came again, jolting out of my daydreaming. “Sorry Madam,” I said, as I made my way towards the interview room. “Sorry for yourself oh! You hear! I say, sorry for yourself. After now people like you will go go outside dey talk say no job. But the one wey you see, you no no serious to fight get am,” she said, giving me that looks as if I was her houseboy or something close to it. “I’m sorry naaa Madam,” I apologized. “Sorry for yourself, you hear! Sorry for yourself. Nonsense!” she retorted, as she passed a sheet of alphabetically named print and pointed me to sign somewhere. I signed and was about going towards the door of the interview room, when she hissed and said, “Handwriting sef be like where two fowl dey fight.” The rest of the people waiting their turn for the interview all busted out into laughter while I quietly walked into the interview room

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