TALES FROM THE CITIES.

Saturday. Early Morning. The jeep moved along the road as the driver looked around to see if any vehicle was coming his way from the bend, as he turned into the Estate. From his blind spot, a woman mindlessly cross the path of the vehicle ‘Ewo!’ Martins exclaimed as he pressed the brakes. The gate-man was shouting at the woman, even as the occupant of the car came down to chastise the woman who continued walking to her destination despite the near-miss she almost had. The man looked on in shock as the woman continued walking away but something else caught his eyes.      He wondered if she was a mad woman or a ghost cursed to forever walk the roads at 5am in the Harmattan Morning. Wondering whether to send the gate-man after the woman, or to do the deed himself, the bulky man headed in the woman’s direction using his car whilst not diming his lights, what if she was a bait, the security situation in the country was bad and kidnappers were waiting for him to fall i...

Akin and Emily had met at work. At first the woman had not given the Nigerian, any much attention until she found out who he was in the company she worked at. Swallowing her racial preference, she maneuvered her way to his department and proceeded to put herself at his mercy on several occasions, intentionally messing up client profiles, being clumsy at work, coming to work late etc. But all it got her was mild rebuke (the man being aware that this was not Nigeria) not what she had in mind. Then she met a friend from her university days who gave her a piece of advice “make yourself a risk-free tempting temptation.” Emily asked her friend to explain “Risk-free as in, why do you think men chase after married women, women that have boyfriends? If in the process of ramming their cocks into their pussies and he nuts and she gets pregnant – she has every incentive to keep that fact to herself.” Emily’s friend explained, it hit Emily like a rock. Dialing a black Gay friend of hers, she li...

 ' Praise the Almighty.’ The older woman said as she sighed. The older and younger woman had just returned from the market where they had gone to shop for items, for the forthcoming trip to the US. Alhaji Musa entered the parlor and looked disappointedly at his young wife of five years ‘welcome back.’ He said respectfully to his mother-in-law and headed to the back of the mansion for a brief meeting with a lanky looking fellow. ‘On Saturday, next week, you and your boys will go to the polls…you know what to do.’ The Alhaji said to Usman, the head of Alhaji’s thugs ‘Yes Alhaji, we will do it perfectly.’ Usman said reassuring his political godfather. Alhaji Musa was about to return into the mansion when he recalled that he had a gift for his boy ‘I have something for you and the boys in the maids’ room, make sure she doesn’t shout when you are enjoying yourselves, you hear!’ the Alhaji said to Usman, who smiled and nodded his head, thanking the man for the “gift”. ‘Don’t fo...