CHAPTER 4: INTER-RACIAL RELATIONS, IN CREEK TOWN

 The day for the visit to the Chief Priest had arrived.

Mazi Eze arranged the materials for the sacrifice accordingly.

When he was done, he called for his wife, Lucy to come join him.

The couple had agreed to teach their relative a lesson, for being such a stingy and insolent man.

‘Lucy!’ Mazi Eze shouted as he went around the compound, looking for his wife.

On getting to the back of the compound, he met his daughter holding a bowl of water, with her mother bent over and vomit on the floor ‘bring the water let me wash my mouth, and my face.’ Lucy said, collecting the water from the teenager.

The teenager froze in fear on seeing her father.

‘Lucy is everything okay?’ Mazi Eze asked his wife.

‘It just started this morning, I think its malaria.’ Lucy replied.

‘Can you make the trip to the place, Lucy?’ Mazi Eze asked his voluptuous wife, not wanting his teenage daughter to know where they were headed. The woman assured him that she would accompany him, after all she too wanted to see Darlington punished for using his small success in life, to oppress Mazi Eze and herself.

Lucy’s bum as she made her way in the company of her husband was a sight to behold, men who greeted the couple, stylishly looked back to gaze upon the woman’s plump, gyrating bum. It was this that caused Mazi Eze to instruct his wife, to walk in front of him, lest any more men look at his wife’s bum and fall into the gutter like the Fulani herdsman that was walking with his cattle.

The couple soon arrived at the herbalists’ shrine, in the compound, welcoming the pair, the medicine man hailed Lucy.

‘What for, wise one?’ Lucy asked, surprised at the exaggerated greeting.

‘His seed…grows in your womb.’ The elderly man said as he inhaled the powdered substance whilst pointing at the woman’s womb.

Mazi Eze smiled and nodded his head.

The voices of the men suddenly became faint…

‘Darlington. I am here.’ Lucy said over the Phone.

‘Oh good. Please come in.’ Darlington replied.

Lucy made her way into Darlington’s home.

Making herself comfortable on the couch, she looked around, her husband’s nephew had done well for himself – if it were not for the ten year age difference, she reckoned she won’t mind tying him down with a baby.

The white man stepped out of the room and headed straight to where Lucy was seated.

‘This is my boss, Mr. Franklin, he’s the one that has been sending you those goodies through me, of course. He’s a good man.’ Darlington said introducing the white man, who barely kept himself under control.

‘Is everything okay with him?’ Lucy asked in the native dialect.

‘Auntie, see wetin you dey carry, oyibo woman be like cardboard, na why he dey act that way.’ Darlington reassured her in Pidgin English.

‘Damn! You are hot,’ Mr. Franklin said giving Lucy a kiss on her chubby cheeks and rubbing his hands on her thick thighs.

‘Please don’t kill Mr. Franklin, he’s got a wife and kids back in Germany.’ Darlington said as he stepped out.

‘Yes I have a wife, but she’s not as hot as you…’ the German man said to the object of his lust.

Lucy smiled.

‘I will be sure to pull out, before I cum, we don’t want you having another man’s baby.’ Mr. Franklin said.

Lucy looked surprised ‘but the agreement was…’ she began talking.

‘I will triple the money.’ The German said, now fondling the woman’s breasts.

Lucy nodded her head in consent.

Not long after the pair were naked.

Lucy gave the German man, a mind-blowing head.

Before he laid his hand on her head, motioning for her to lay on the bed. Lucy laid in the missionary position, only to be told to turn around.

‘I want to thrust my manhood into your big bum.’ Mr. Franklin said.

Thirty minutes later.

A mix of pain and pleasure filled Lucy’s brain.

The hard, oily manhood plunge in-between her butt cheeks as she gasped for air, and held the edge of the bed.

‘Damn! Why am I not ejaculating in her ass?’ The German man said in German, Lucy asked what he was saying, the man lied that he was only praising her tight buttocks in his native tongue.

He turned Lucy around and lifting her fat thighs on his shoulders, he plunge his hard manhood into her very wet pussy.

Lucy moaned.

Her breasts shook as the white man gave her violent thrusts.

In the middle of the intercourse, Lucy could have sworn she had heard her husband’s voice but nevertheless, she urged the German to pound her with all his might

‘Show me that white cvck is as good as a black one.’ The African woman challenged her European penetrator, as she moaned, nearing climax.

‘Damn! I am filling you up, you N*gger!’ the German groaned using a racist term which Lucy didn’t know, as his thick semen came gushing out of his white cvck and onto her vaginas’ surface.

The German laid next to the equally tired woman.

Moments later.

The pair were dressed and sitting in the parlor discussing, when Darlington came in.

He looked pissed.

‘What the hell. You said you would use condom, man.’ Darlington said.

‘Who licks a sweet with the wrapper on?’ Mr. Franklin answered dismissively ‘besides I am sure you have a pharmacy in this godforsaken town, get Postinor and give it to your wife that will resolve your cuckold fears.’

Lucy realized that her step-nephew, had claimed her to be his wife, in order to obtain an unknown favor from his boss. Was she a slvt to be used to obtain favor from men, Lucy decided to deal with Darlington in due time.  

However, Lucy kept hearing her husband’s voice even as she sat in the couch in Darlington’s home.

What was going on? Lucy wondered.

‘Mazi! Control yourself! You are in the presence of the gods!’ the medicine man warned the angry cuckold husband.

The medicine man smiled as he looked at Lucy, now lying on the floor murmuring to herself in a trance like state.

‘Six months after she has had his child…’ the medicine man said, pointing at the white man, tied up, behaving in a lunatic fashion, ‘when her breasts are big from being filled with milk, you will bring her here for cleansing.’ The medicine man said, again turning to look at the voluptuous woman on the floor.

‘I don’t think I will do that, from here, I am sending her out of my house!’ Mazi Eze declared.

‘Then I shall inform the King, and even Darlington, that you came to cause harm, to the only child of your late sister! In case you don’t know, the King has had his eye on Lucy for some time, all he needs is you to give him an excuse to get rid of you.’ The medicine man warned the cuckold husband.

Between losing his wife to the King and his nephew finding out that he had tried to use diabolical means to harm him, Mazi Eze decided to maintain the status quo.

Mazi Eze thanked the medicine man, again declaring that he had no reason to be there again, but that he would leave the items for the sacrifice that he had brought with him.

‘What happened?’ Lucy asked as she slowly regained her awareness.

‘Oh my dear, you fainted.’ Mazi Eze replied as he helped her up, as she was given some water to drink.

‘Sorry wise one, we came here because of one…’ Lucy began to speak, when the medicine man looked at her husband.

‘Hmm my dear, Baba revealed a lot of things to me while you were resting. I think it is better we talk about it, when we get home.’ Mazi Eze said.

Lucy wondered what the elderly man would have told her husband.

The couple left and as they did, they took the path behind the compound when a strange language was spoken.

Lucy recognized it, and the voice of the person speaking it, and she stopped.

‘What?’ Mazi Eze asked.

‘Oh nothing, I thought I forgot something.’ Lucy replied before continuing to walk ahead of her quiet husband.

Nine months later.

The crowd outside had gathered the clinic run by Dr. Randy, to see the black woman and the strange baby that had just been delivered.