The Untold Story

Only those walk down the path of darkness can tell the fable of a tortuous life. Only those who have experienced the scalds of fire can warn the new grasses of last summer’s bush fire. They say that terror lies wait for those who go out of their way to seek it…. Forgive me, I digress... The cologne of the street’s mistress revamped the stench of alcohol in the air. Every breath brought forth another round of a continuous odorous battle between the world’s strongest cologne and human’s greatest breath. Inebriated by simultaneous and spontaneous drowning, the effect was clear: distortion of her perception and wavering of her mental faculty. The process was easy enough. Impulsive clinging of the bottle followed by a swift movement of the hand…elevation at angle 45 towards the gut…gurgling sounds at the oesophagus immediately followed by a response from the stomach, a soft churning. This continued in replay from the fall of the sun to the rise of the moon. The ritual carried late into the night. Incantations became a mantra. If you could call gibbering punctured by loud burps incantations, the word suits the description. The stars were bright, competing with the moon. Hmm…a night of love. Indeed, every night was a night of love to Angel. The roads were deserted…a sort of coolness was in the air. The birds sang melodious symphonies chirping like it was broad daylight, providing solace for men of the underworld…the predators at night…the nocturnal beings working relentlessly at night and sleeping through daylight. Codename: Angel, nicknamed beauty, tagged sweetheart, christianed “useless child”, she was every man’s desire. Alas! The night became silent, more subtle than ever. The birds stopped singing, the insects left the gutters and up they went to continue their meeting at the beam of the streetlight for fear of imminent death at the trip of a drunkard. They all perceived the familiar cologne scent, the one which fills the air at the same time every night after the day’s work or rather, the night’s work. It was a sign of disaster, a disruption of the peace of the animal’s world. The other night it was the screeching of the wheels of a Jaguar that almost crushed the bearer of the cologne. The previous night, it was the soft moans and cries from the sidewalk along the street in blatant obedience to the rules of business: “Never let an opportunity pass you by, business can be conducted anywhere and anytime”. Oooh, a fortnight ago, wasn’t it the scent of the cologne that drove those frogs crazy and led to the sowing of thousands of seeds of future toads…another Valentine’s day in the animal kingdom. This night seems different. No, it wasn’t the cologne, it was the same scent that intruded the neighbourhood for three years running and is still catching the fancy of every man, married or single. If it was the same cologne then it was definitely the same person for no two people in the neighbourhood had that scent. Or, was it her dressing? Nay, absolutely not!. The thick, full but ever soft lips were still shining like brass, just like the shield of a knight which has been used to conquer many battles. Indeed, she had conquered many battles; many men had fallen at her foot under the spell of a kiss…a venomous contact. They were as red as ever, matching her deep red gown flowing from her arms nearly touching her knees. The shoes, though changed in sporadic succession every night were always by the same designer, ANGEL. Stilettos, spike heels, what do you call a nine-inched neck-breaking footwear?
*PAUSE* He had been throwing furtive glances at her for quite some time. He paid her parents more frequent visit. After all, he was popci’s younger brother and her parents saw nothing wrong with his sudden kindness. He bought chocolates for her and a milk-drink. He usually visited them in the evening with the excuse, “I just decided to stop-by and greet you brother, how is aunty and my angel?” Well, the name stuck long after she started the job as she became every man’s angel and messiah saving them from “wicked wives” who refused to perform their duty. He became interested in when she closed at school and offered to pick her up from school on his way from the office the following week since he was closing early and she was going on mid-term. Her father became suspicious… *PLAY* Drunk with the spirit of intoxication, she was walking in a cross-walk form, moonlight dance…call it moonwalk…  
”It’s close to midnight Something evil’s lurkin’ in the dark…”
 Each feet was put ahead of the other with great strength and tremendous swiveling, every step taken with an effort not to tumble and kill the insects in the gutter. The 45 degree elevation ritual was continued. The thoughts in her mind rambled and roamed, they fought against each other to occupy the greatest space in her small mind, clashing, clamping and clattering against each other in claustrophobic movement. Her heart was beating but with each beat, a pound was heard in her head, rather, it was felt…a musical note struck with each thought. The thought of undone years, of an unfulfilled past and a future shrouded in mystery. The rules of a gangstar:  
“Live everyday as it comes, give to the world as it gives to you for you know not what the future holds in stock for you”
 *PAUSE*
Nevertheless, popci accepted because he had an appointment that day. Her Uncle picked her up from school and brought her home but, no one was home. So, out of his kind and fatherly heart, he decided to stay back and watch over her. You know, she was so sweet and innocent, an angel indeed who became irresistible to Uncle Fatai. He started ‘at first with soft strokes on her rosy cheeks telling her that she was truly an angel. Within seven minutes, his tie was off, his shoe thrown on the floor, his shirt on the arm of the chair…Oooh, the heat was just too much. He couldn’t hold it any longer…his trousers were off and he offered to remove her uniform for her, such a charming uncle… *FAST FORWARD* The horn sounded, it was surely the sound of popci’s horn…Uncle Fatai’s senses were distorted…At the moment when the horn sounded, a seed had been sown… *PLAY* (Back to the present) She sure had a story to tell the next generation. Every thought came with the aid of a shot of spirit. It was a bitter story but it had to be told no matter the cost… *PAUSE* The seed was sown with the greatest pain she had experienced in her ten years on earth.  
“You must never have sexual relations with a close relative, for I am the LORD” Leveticus 18:6 “You shall not approach a woman to uncover her nakedness while she is in her menstrual uncleanness. And you shall not lie sexually with your neighbour’s wife and so make yourself unclean with her…” Leveticus 18:19-20
With immediate alacrity, Uncle Fatai changed the uniform, wiped off the blood on the floor and put on his clothes. Alas a sudden air-conditioned breeze commonly called “fright” blew on Uncle Fatai but this time, he was sweating profusely. She weeped profusely, although not as much as Uncle Fatai was sweating from the hard work he had just done. Suddenly, he turned to her and warned that if she ever told anyone, she would be killed. The fright on his instilled fear in her…Daddy noticed nothing... his daughter had just gotten employed as a mistress… After her education, she got no job and she decided to work hard in the job she had been introduced to at a very young age. Well, it paid off as she got her pay after each round. At least, she was a sole-proprietor who owned a company in the temple of her body and she paid no rent and she was proud of it. *PLAY* The memories were hard to remember, not because they had been forgotten but because she was re-opening old wounds. She lived with and for her body mindless of tomorrow. The men came every time, men of all ages and from all walks of life, fixing their empty pipeline into her. She opened her thigh and everything in her; but, one thing she didn’t give up-emotions. They all had one thing in common- wealth. This night was different…sort of elusive…the night that brought back memories long immersed in bottles of alcohol…something was surely different… Immersed in her thought and submerged in alcohol, filled with spirit, doing the cat-walk, moon-walk, moonlight dance…to and fro…front and back, she walked backwards in zigzag trying to avoid the dazzling gutter, she failed to see the oncoming truck beaming with its full light…No, she saw it, but it was more of a torchlight than a headlight…  
 “You see a sight that almost stop your heart You try to scream But terror takes the sound before you make it You start to freeze As horror looks you right between the eyes You’re paralyzed” (Thriller by M.J)
 The birds expected to hear the screeching of wheels of a car but, this time, they heard something else…the crushing of bones This is completely a work of fiction and whatever semblance it holds with any life experience is completely unintended ................................................................................................................................... Whew! Hope it wasn’t too long. As I said this is pure fiction, no one’s life experience is adapted by this story. I just felt the urge to write something although I had no idea of what to write, I came up with this story. Abeg Oooo if there are any errors or *gbagauns* or any criticism, don’t hesitate to point it out, your contributions would be appreciated.