CHAPTER 3: RELIGIOUS HARMONY, THE CREEK TOWN WAY.
CHAPTER
3: RELIGIOUS HARMONY, THE CREEK TOWN WAY.
August
9th…
Khadijah cried
on the Deacon’s shoulders.
‘It’s alright my
dear, where’s Alhaji?’ the Deacon asked.
‘He travelled.’
Khadijah replied as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
‘It is well, I
will have to leave now.’ The Deacon said.
‘Please can you
wait, till my people come.’ Khadijah.
‘You’re home
alone?’ Deacon James asked Khadijah.
‘Yes. I am.’
Khadijah said her eyes looking downwards, ‘you can go, I will just lock the
doors and wait for them.’
‘Nah, it’s okay,
I will wait, my wife also travelled.’ Deacon James replied ‘Are your people on
their way?’
‘No, I haven’t,
let me go and get my phone from my room.’ Khadijah said, getting up and heading
towards the stairs, when Deacon James catches up to her.
‘Don’t call them
yet.’ Deacon James says, as his hands finds its way to Khadijah’s waist. The
woman takes a deep breath.
‘Why?’ she asks
as the man behind, bends over and locks her lips in a deep passionate kiss.
‘Let’s go to the
guest-room…’ Khadijah says when she manages to pull her lips from the Deacons
kiss.
July
9th…
The argument was
intense.
It was clear the
owner of the land was willing to allow the construction of the places of
worship, but the influence of Deacon James was so great on the widow, that she
had been dillydallying.
Alhaji Ahmed
flanked by his wife Khadijah, made their positions known in the land matter.
But the Deacon refused to give in.
In all these,
Khadijah kept quiet, she had much on her proverbial plate i.e. dodging the eye
contact, the Deacon was trying to maintain with her. Clad in her black hijab,
the thick Fulani woman was flattered that though this man, was her husbands
rival, he looked at her with such carnal desire, that Alhaji had reserved for
his driver’s wife of all people!
Khadijah flashed
a smile, an overt reaction to failed covert attempts to get her attention. The
meeting ended as it always did in a stalemate.
July
10th…
‘Alhaji, why
don’t we find out what the Deacon wants, the man seems to be the one…’ Khadijah
was saying, as her husband ate breakfast before the man shut down her train of
thought, as he always did.
August
8th…
‘I am
travelling.’ The Alhaji suddenly announced to his wife, Khadijah. That was a
codeword for going to visit one of his other wives, or girlfriends, it didn’t
matter which – he was leaving her, alone in the mansion as usual.
Perhaps if she
had given him a child, Khadijah sat deep in thought, when the sound of broken
glass, brought her back to Earth.
Three muscular
men stood before her, when the man she assumed was their leader ordered the
rest to go and ransack her room.
‘Boss, business
before pleasure.’ One of the men said, he received a slap for his troubles. The
other man didn’t bother speaking, pulling the slap receiver away as they left
to ransack the house.
The Gang leader
pushed Khadijah on the massive bed, and began to undo his trouser. Fear ran
across the Fulani woman’s mind. If she resisted would she be killed, if she
didn’t would she be a willing accomplice…and what if, what if she gets
pregnant.
The erect cvck
pointed accusingly at the woman’s pink cvnt, when the door suddenly burst open
and Bulldog looked at the entrance, as he got up, he fell down immediately from
a hail of bullets.
Rushing to cover
up, lest anyone else see her fair thighs and shaved groin.
Early
hours of August 9th…
‘See how you’re
kissing another man’s wife, James.’ Khadijah said looking into the man’s eyes.
‘Why won’t I
kiss you, when you have the sweetest lips I have ever seen.’ Deacon James
replied.
Khadijah shook
her head, as the man held her waist like a pair of Secondary School lovers.
‘Spend the night
here, later you can go home and tell them you accompanied me to the Police
Station to make a statement.’ Khadijah said, resting her head on his chest.
‘Can I make a confession to you?’ Khadijah asked the man.
‘Sure.’
‘I am so
desperate, to have a child for Alhaji, those robbers that came…’ Khadijah said,
pausing.
‘You don’t need
to say the rest, I understand…’ Deacon James said, looking at the teary-eyed
Fulani woman.
‘Thank you.’
Khadijah replied, wiping the tears from her eyes ‘I want you to tell me your
price, for the land.’
‘You.’ Deacon
James replied bending to kiss her again, but she turned away.
‘I want 10
million.’ Khadijah replied, as she began to undress in the guest-room.
‘How.’ The
Deacon asked, confused.
‘Whatever you
are going to settle for, add my 10 million to it.’ Khadijah explained, pushing
her bare chest for the man to feast on her nipples.
Starting with
the left and then the right dark-pink nipples, Deacon James sucked them good,
as Khadijah moaned.
‘I get you. So what
do I get for impregnating you?’ Deacon James asked, lifting Khadijah up by her
butt.
‘You get to feel
like a fertile man, after, how old is your last born?’ Khadijah asked.
’25.’ Deacon
James replied.
‘Toh you see.
Your last impregnating of a woman was 25 years ago!’ Khadijah said, rubbing the
mans head as he sucked her breasts.
Khadijah sucked
the mans cvck much to his delight.
Fingering her
and constantly checking if she’s wet.
The Deacon laid
Khadijah on her back and lifted her thighs apart, and with his hard cvck, slide
into her wet pvssy.
The woman moaned
with each thrust and when the man was completely in, she grabbed him by his
butt as though, she wished push him deeper into her than humanly possible.
Soon they
changed positions and Khadijah was now riding the man underneath her as he
grabbed her cold, bare butt.
‘Are you about
to cvm?’ Khadijah asked Deacon James.
‘Yes baby, lets
get into the baby-making position, right.’ The man replied.
In a blink of an
eye, Khadijah was flat on the bed, her legs spread in a V-Shape as Deacon James
emptied his semen inside her.
‘Get the fvck
off of me, and get the fvck out of my house!’ Khadijah shouted.
Deacon James had
just emptied his last cvm load, and was surprised.
‘Why’re you
shouting?’ the man asked Khadijah, as she suddenly began to struggle to get
him, off of her.
Deacon James
pulled out and stood in shock.
‘I hope you’re
satisfied, rapist!’ Khadijah screamed.
At the mentioned
of the word, it began to dawn on the Deacon that perhaps he had been set-up.
‘Khadijah please
now, don’t make noise, but this was consensual.’ The man replied.
‘Sorry my dear,
that was for the video recorder – you can fvck well for a man your age. Don’t
worry if I miss my period, I will send you a text message, don’t forget my 10
million.’ Khadijah said as she spoke to someone in Hausa over her phone.
Deacon James
mind was spinning in all directions.
‘I don’t
understand.’ Deacon James said to Khadijah.
‘Look I can’t
begin to explain, so I will send you a video, your own copy.’ Khadijah replied,
as a message notification entered into Deacon James WhatsApp message.
‘Yes, Mr. James,
that’s your son-in-law fvcking me like a porn-star.’ Khadijah said ‘and that is
you doing your best, at your age. I will continue to check on my cycle, and as
soon as I can’t find my period i.e. missed my period, I will inform you both…of
course, separately.’
December 9th…
A pregnant
Khadijah decided to inform the meeting that the Doctor had confirmed that she
was carrying twins, the participants congratulated the Fulani woman before the
meeting commenced.
‘Walahi. I can’t
believe ze Deacon agreed to all our terms, although he still added 10 Million
Naira to the asking price, may God be praised.’ The Alhaji said to his smiling
wife.
March
9th…The following year.
Khadijah read
the message from Deacon James
“Please can I come
around and fvck you before you travel, I have been thinking about your pvssy
even if its just the head I will put.”
“LOL. I don’t want
to take chances, you know this is Alhaji’s first pregnancy, when I get back, I will
let you mount me like horny wild animal.”
Khadijah replied
before deleting the WhatsApp message as the Air Hostess on the Emirates flight
informed her, that the plane would soon take off.
Khadijah rubbed
her bulging stomach.
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