CHAPTER 1: RUNNING LATE, THE CREEK TOWN WAY.

TALES FROM THE CITIES: CREEK TOWN.

 

‘Las Gidi is a calm city, Creek Town not so much.’ The woman carrying the blue-eyed, mixed-race baby said to her fellow traveler in the mini-bus.

 

CHAPTER 1: 

RUNNING LATE, THE CREEK TOWN WAY

 

Samson remembered the first time he read the cryptic phrase from his wife, as he drowned himself in alcohol.

 

‘I will be late.’

 

January 2^nd…

 

His wife, Imelda wanted to leave her cleaning job at Henshaw & Sons. She made this known to her husband, who had gotten the job for her as an act of charity by his biggest customer, Chief Henshaw. Instead of asking her why, he descended into a self-centered tirade of how she would make him look ungrateful, but still the woman would regularly bring up the issue and it was causing fights between the couple. For reasons best known to Samson, he decided to meet his biggest customer – literally and figuratively, Chief Henshaw in his office.

 

Chief Henshaw was a tall, bulky man, his grey hair showed the signs of his aging, he kept a clean shave as the wife liked it that way. The man listened to Samson snitching on his wife, Imelda, nodding his head, the Chief mentioned that there had reports of incidence of cat-fights and bullying amongst the cleaning staff and that he would look into it.

 

Samson thanked the man, but noticed that the man seemed short of breath a times, beads of sweat dripping down his face, as the equally tall Samson got up to leave, he saw a cvm filled condom partially sticking out from underneath the couch.

 

“These big men, why can’t they be faithful to their wives. I can’t wait to be rich, I will just…but mehn my wife, Imelda is a complete package abeg. Let me pretend not to see it, I wonder where the babe is.” Samson thought to himself, as he quickly looked around, before seeing the silhouette of a person hiding behind the toilet door.

 

‘Samson please I have some meetings to attend to…’ Chief Henshaw said, wanting the younger man to leave the office.

 

Later that day.

 

‘You came to my office and you didn’t check up on me.’ Imelda said to her husband as he ate, ‘I did actually, no one knew where you went.’ Samson replied.

‘I went for an errand for the eldest son of Chief Henshaw, Chris Henshaw.’ Imelda replied.

 

April 2^nd…

 

‘My dear, please be letting me know where you are, or at least your colleagues – every time I come, no one seems to know where you are, and this happened the last time I came.’ Samson complained.

 

‘Sorry Sir.’ Imelda replied saucily.

 

In a play fight, the couple ended up having sex. But Imelda’s mind seemed to be absent from her body, as Samson rammed his cvck into her pvssy, in his favorite position – doggy style, a style that seemed to suit the woman’s big buttocks. Imelda’s ass was made by the Good Lord to be solely fvcked doggy style, Imelda’s mother would mention to Samson that her daughter’s big buttocks came from her own mother; when Imelda walked at home without underwear, the big buttocks gyrated without care and when she was fully dressed to leave the house – the big buttocks were disciplined in their motions.

 

‘Oh my goodness,’ Samson groaned as his cvck rammed into the pvssy, ‘is everything okay?’ Samson asked his wife, who replied with a moan ‘Yes, baby, fvck me harder.’

 

Even though the sex was great as usual, something was off and Samson could sense it but couldn’t put his hands on it. His wife’s pvssy parted much easily as though it had been a second round of sex, she was having…but he was no Doctor, so he put it all down to her pvssy being used to his thick cvck. And then came the requests for him not to cvm in her, and when he managed to string together sentences to ask a question, Imelda simply replied ‘that she’s not ready to have a baby, yet.’

 

June 2^nd…

 

Samson helped his wife iron her clothes, as an act of love and consideration towards the stress she experienced at her place of work. It had been quite a while since she stopped complaining about working at Henshaw & Sons, even Chief Henshaw had congratulated him on marrying a diligent and dedicated woman, while weird receiving such a commendation, he was glad that his wife’s hard work was being recognized, perhaps she’d receive a raise as a result and they could finally start a family.

 

“Honey, I can’t find your red dress.” Samson sent as a message to his wife, Imelda.

 

“K,” was the one letter reply.

 

Samson was taken aback and began to type furiously.

 

“I will be late.” Imelda replied again, this was to be the first of many times, Imelda would use the phrase.

 

Samson deleted his long epistle, his wife, when she returns would continue from where he stopped as he headed to watch a movie.

 

The sound of door knocks woke up Samson, who rushed to check from the window, who it was, he saw Chief Henshaw and was surprised. Opening the door, he saw Imelda his wife standing in front of the Chief Henshaw.

 

“I hope her ass is not touching him.” A jealous thought crossed Sonny’s mind, as he recalled how he loved rubbing his hard-on on his wife’s buttocks whenever they stood on a line, her buttocks being the type that poked out.

 

‘Welcome back, my dear…Good evening Sir.’ Samson said, welcoming his wife home and allowing the man in also.

 

Samson was shocked by what Imelda was telling him.

 

‘I have ordered for a car to be brought in, I came to inform you so that it won’t look out of place. I thank God that the robbers didn’t think of doing more than throwing her out of the bus.’ Chief Henshaw said looking at Imelda as a buyer surveying what he was about to purchase.

 

‘God forbid.’ Samson replied, as Imelda kept quiet.

 

‘Until the car comes, my dear, Chief will be picking me from work and dropping from work.’ Imelda said.

 

‘One of my drivers will be doing that.’ Chief Henshaw corrected Imelda.

 

‘Sorry Sir, your driver…’ Imelda said to Samson, apologizing to the Chief.

 

Samson consented again for selfish reasons, he would now own a car.

 

September 2^nd…

 

Thanks to the alcohol, he had gone into a deep sleep and the hangover was giving him serious headache. Imelda sat at the side of the bed, silent, a judgmental silence.

 

‘When did you start drinking, Samson?’ Imelda asked.

 

‘When you started sending me all these “I will be late” messages.’ Samson replied, still a bit under the influence of the drink.

 

Imelda kept quiet.

 

‘When next I send you that message, come and find out why I am always late.’ Imelda said wearing a blue shirt and a black skirt, Samson loved that black skirt, it really made his wife’s big buttocks pop out.

 

The vibration of his phone near his head, woke the sleeping man, answering the phone, Imelda yelled at him, that he should come and open the door and that she had been soaked in the rain.

 

For the umpteenth time, Imelda apologized for coming home late.

 

For the umpteenth time, Samson said it was alright.

 

The Morning of September 9^th…

 

Samson was going through his Facebook page, when he saw a notification “Chief Henshaw’s birthday today.”

He fired a birthday message to his biggest customer, and the man replied with an appreciation message.

 

Then his phone buzzed with another message.

 

“Sorry dear, I will be late.”

 

‘At least you added – Sorry dear.’ Samson said sarcastically.

Then the memory of alcohol influenced hallucination, flashed across his mind.

 

His heartbeat.

 

He had to leave his home now, or else it’d be dangerous to move out at night, ironically, it was safer to move in at night.

 

Earlier that day.

 

Imelda knocked on Chief Henshaw’s office and he let her in, the woman began cleaning the office and noticed some drugs on the table.

 

‘Sorry Sir, I didn’t know you were sick.’ Imelda said.

 

‘Oh no my dear, these are for performance, today is my birthday and intend to enjoy myself.’ Chief Henshaw replied laughing.

 

Imelda hailed her boss ‘Ah Sir, I forgot, happy birthday Sir! Please have mercy on the person you’re going to enjoy yourself with – Mrs. Henshaw go hear am today.’ Imelda replied.

 

The silence in the office was intense, the kind of silence that accompanies an insensitive statement.

 

‘Sorry, I…’ Chief Henshaw was about completing his statement, when Imelda picked up her equipment and left, after mopping the office floor.

 

Samson arrived at Henshaw & Sons, only to meet the absence of the security guard. Making his way into the eerily quiet building, it was all dark except for an office where the light was on. His heart beat faster as he turned the door and opened it.

 

Comfort was a woman who regularly came to beg for assistance in the office, Samson had given her money on several occasions but here she was naked, her elbow and knees touching the floor, her thighs parted as Chief Henshaw’s eldest son, naked also, was furiously fvcking the beggar – doggy style, his hands on her wide waist, as he drove his cvck deep into her cvnt.

 

‘Who is tha-…?’ Chris Henshaw said turning to see Samson, Comfort managed to turn her head and see the man who knew her husband.

 

‘Bro Samson, na force he dey force me, I no dey fvck am for moni.’ Comfort pleaded.

 

‘Shut up biatch, so this is not money?!’ Chris Henshaw said, silencing the woman and pointing to the thick bundle in her handbag, before turning to Samson.

 

Chris Henshaw was married with three beautiful kids, but the sight of Comfort’s plump buttocks coupled with the fact that she was a petite made him lust after her.

 

‘Go and greet my father, today is his birthday and he is in his office.’ Chris Henshaw said, his cvck still in Comfort’s pvssy.

 

Samson could have sworn he had heard ‘take heart.’ As he left the office and the adulterers.

 

But as he turned to confirm, Chris now had Comfort up against the wall as he continued fvcking her.

 

The light in Chief Henshaw’s office was on.

 

‘I love this your birthday gift.’

 

‘Skin to skin is the best.’

 

‘So why don’t you let me fvck you raw.’

 

‘I am yet to have a child for Samson, it won’t be fair on him, if the first child that I push out…is another man’s child.’

 

‘But I will like to have a child with you.’

 

‘Guy, na your cvck dey talk, use your brain.’

 

Samson heard the voices from the office, before he tried to open the door but it was locked, body-slamming the door, it burst open by the force of the shoulder charge.

 

‘Samson!’

 

‘Imelda!’

 

‘Oh my goodness!’, Chief Henshaw groaned as he came inside Imelda, ‘How did you, wait, young man, wait.’ The Chief said as he wrapped his huge arms around Imelda’s waist as his cvm was still gushing out of his cvck.

‘Samson please, don’t do something you’d regret. Calm down. I can explain, this is why I told you I wanted to resign but you won’t hear me.’ Imelda said as she furiously tried to get her boss, out of her, the man pulled when she suddenly changed her position lest his cvck would be fractured.

The Chief slowly edged towards his desk, his pvssy juice covered cvck no longer erect but now dangling, was he going for his phone or a gun, Samson couldn’t tell, all his focus was on his naked wife, Imelda.

 

‘All those times…’ Samson said as he approached Imelda.

 

‘I always used condom, it’s just today I allowed him to go raw.’

 

‘And I enjoyed it!’

 

The gun misfired spraying gun powder in the Chief’s eyes.

 

‘Please don’t leave me.’

 

Perhaps driven by adrenaline in his veins, Samson grabs his wife and dashes out of the office, only to meet Chris Henshaw and Comfort, heading out of his office. No one says anything.

 

On getting home, and still high on the adrenaline, Samson pushes his wife on the bed, parting her huge thighs after removing her pant and mounting his wife, ramming his hard cvck into her partially closed pvssy.

 

It’s a bit awkward but Samson continues to plow Imelda’s cvnt, Imelda moans but this time, she’s not faking it as with the Chief.

 

Samson feels his cvm coming forth.

 

He looks at his wife.

 

‘Cvm in me, baby.’ Imelda says.

 

Samson’ cvck swells as thick, white creamy cvm gushes out of his cvck and lands on Chief Henshaw’s cvm, which had been earlier deposited.

 

Afternoon of September 16^th…

 

Imelda was in a friends’ home, after Samson asked her to give him some space to clear his mind, when she suddenly realized something.

 

Touching her womb.

 

She dashed for her room, running past Ekaete, towards the room, she opened one of her many handbags and saw the unused Postinor drug still there.

 

Chief Henshaw had come in her.

 

Samson too.

 

December 23^rd…

 

Imelda had missed her period.

 

Realizing she was pregnant, she was not sure who the father was.

 

Was it Chief Henshaw who first came in her, or Samson, was it Samson who was younger and fitter, or Chief Henshaw who was elderly.

 

‘Babe abeg, you fit give me that Postinor, that my friend Ekaete been dey ask me for medicine wey she fit take, make she no get belle.’ Ejiro said, interrupting Imelda’s thoughts.

 

‘Wetin married woman dey find with…’ Imelda said, stopping herself before she implicated herself, afresh.

 

Ejiro whispered into Imelda’s ear ‘Chief Ekpo wan cancel that scholarship wey she get…’

 

‘Ah that kind and gentle man! Men! I no blame am sha…see wetin Ekaete dey carry…’ Imelda replied giving Ejiro the drug.

 

‘Una go kill men for this Creek Town!’ Ejiro said in jest.

 

‘See who is talking, you too O.’ Imelda replied.

 

Evening of June 12^th...

 

Imelda held the twin siblings – a boy and a girl in her arms, as Samson, now having forgiven his cheating wife, smiled at the adorable babies.

 

Imelda had not told Samson of Chief’s desire to have a male child with her, but there was no need to bring up old wounds, Imelda decided.

 

Chief Henshaw raised suspicion from his wife by always inquiring about Imelda, even as he slowly recovered his eyesight over the months, and his son ran the company, allegedly impregnating Comfort and two other women in the company.

 

The chief was about to ask the gender of the babies, when he realized that his wife’s tone was changing with each answer, she gave.

 

He stopped asking.