Blind Pact – Chapter 12

Gboyega leaves Akure excited. After the call with Bola two days ago, he had been so unsettled that he made up his mind to visit Akure and discuss with her face to face. He was supposed to leave the office on Friday to visit some sites but he left Shagamu early and did the site monitoring on phone. As he sits in the bus taking him back to Shagamu, he smiles at the thought of her. Bola meant everything to him and being around her made him happy. This fuelled his decision to get an apartment and move to Akure after his one year National Youth Service. Right now, he wished the months would hasten up so he could be done with it.

He arrives home late in the evening tired and hungry. He pulls out the key to his room from his pocket, inserts it into the key hole as he turns the key. The door opens on its own accord without a release of its lock. He stops and wonders. I couldn’t have forgotten to lock my door before leaving yesterday. He steps into the dark room, closes the door behind him and inserts his key into the keyhole. He feels the wall blindly for the light switch as he drops his knapsack on the reading table by the door. He hits the switch and he is suddenly startled.

Kofo is lying down on a chaise lounge in his room dressed in flimsy underwear that barely provide cover and high-heeled pumps. One of her legs is thrown over the arm of the chaise lounge while the other rests on the chair. She has a champagne flute in her hands which is filled to the brim while another filled flute and the bottle of champagne sits by her on the floor. She looks up at Gboyega and smiles. “I’ve been waiting.”

Gboyega is too shocked to speak as he looks round his room. An entertainment music gadget sits under his TV. The curtains have been changed from the drab one he left there yesterday morning to classy day blinds. He takes in his environment before his gaze finally settles on Kofo.

“You like it, don’t you?” She asks winking at him.

Gboyega breathes deeply as he shakes his head vigorously. “Kofo, what do you think you are doing?” He asks in frustration.

She stands up from the chaise lounge, holding her champagne flute gingerly in her hand. As she walks towards the door, she brushes her fingers seductively over his lower anterior. She locks the door and puts the key inside her bosom. Gboyega who is still in a state of shock does not realize what she has just done. She passes by him again as she walks back to the chair wriggling her hips. She is wearing a thong and her butt dances to each footstep.

“Hey, sit down.” She says tapping a spot beside her. “Let’s talk.”

“How did you even get into my room?”

Kofo feigns a surprise. “Don’t tell me you can’t remember how to pick a lock. Or do you need me to juggle your memory? We could retake those classes, you know? She says shrugging her shoulders.

“Kofo, please let me go. Please, I don’t want to do this anymore.” Gboyega pleads.

“But you know that ain’t possible.”

“Don’t you get it? I can’t be with you any longer.” Gboyega says raising his voice.

“Oh yes, you can. Gbosgaga, you give me joy and pleasure. How do you expect me to survive without you warming my bed? Since this is how you want it, I decided to make this place…” She says as she looks round the room. “….Comfy and homely for us.”

Gboyega walks towards his reading table and pulls out the travelling bag under it. He begins to throw in some shirts and trousers from his clothes rack. Kofo laughs as she realizes what he is doing.

“Where do you think you are going?” She asks.

“Anywhere. As long as it is away from you.”

“You know you have to get by me before you leave this room?” Kofo says as she downs the champagne in her glass.

“Watch me!”

Kofo begins to laugh hysterically.

Gboyega ignores her. He zips up the travel bag, slings it across his shoulders and walks towards the door. When he gets there, he stands before it, shocked. The key is not on the door lock. He looks back at Kofo who is still laughing as he walks to the bathroom. He puts his hand on the window sill as he moves his fingers slowly hoping to find what he had kept there. After a fruitless search, he walks back to the room.

“Were you looking for this?” Kofo asks as she dangles a single spare key before him.

He walks towards her to grab it but she quickly puts it back into her buxom bust as she lifts up her assets jiggling them in the process. “Not so fast boyfriend. You should say thank you to me for teaching you all these tricks.” She smiles. “You need to relax. Sit down.” She reiterates as she taps the lounge by her side.

“I don’t want to sit down. Please just let me out of the room.”

Kofo drops her champagne flute on the floor and stands up. She meets Gboyega eye to eye as she places her right hand on his chest. “I’m sure you don’t want to mess with me. Be nice unless you want to have it the hard way.” She threatens him.

Gboyega understands her threat perfectly. A man who had once manhandled her at a night club had paid with his life. Gboyega had warned the man to get his hands off Kofo but the man was drunk and he groped her annoyingly. Only a flash of steel was seen and the man had slumped; his throat slit. Gboyega had been dumbfounded. It had happened so fast and he was too shocked to utter a word. Kofo had dragged him out of the night club before they were noticed.

He tries to imagine where she would have kept either her gun or jackknife since she was half-nude. It had to be somewhere close to her, probably tucked inside the chaise lounge. If he decides to take his chances, will he be fast enough? He knows Kofo would not hurt him but what if he was wrong? What if he had pushed her to the height of desperation? He was not ready to find out. He reconsiders his decision immediately.

“What do you want?” He asks with a straight face.

“Now, you are talking.” She answers smiling. She walks to the music system and presses the start button. Soft music begins to play. She takes his hands and puts it around her bare butt. She begins to sway to the music as she rocks their bodies together.

Gboyega takes his hands off but Kofo slaps them back on her butt. Gboyega wonders if he would be able to overcome this temptation. He shuts his eyes as he forces himself to think of something else. He decides to take his mind far away from his current environment. He thinks about his parents and the torture he had to go through to identify their bodies. This causes him pain in his heart and he moves his mind away from the image. He thinks about his brothers and how their lives have panned out. A drunk, a drug dealer, a womanizer, a petty thief. The youngest two who were still in their teens were also beginning to exhibit criminal traits and he became saddened and grieved for them because he was unable to control his brothers or have a positive impact on their lives. He is pained by these thoughts and he forces his mind to change direction again. He smiles as he thinks about Bola. She was the only one who brought a smile to his face nowadays. He remembers her smiles and her frowns and laughter builds in his throat. How he wished he could be with her right now.

Kofo looks at Gboyega’s face and smiles. His eyes are tightly shut and there’s a smile on his lips. She is glad that he is back where he is meant to be. She begins to stroke his body as she unbuttons his shirt slowly. She traces her fingers lightly through the whole length of his body teasing his sensitive spots. Gboyega’s body warms and he opens his eyes. Kofo looks at him lovingly. He realizes that she is still as beautiful as the first time he met her. She pulls him closer to her body as she caresses his lips slowly and passionately.

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Gboyega tries to pull away from her but his body has been awakened and begins to seek expression. Months of not being with a woman begins to take its effect on him and his will falters. Every decision he made to stay clean crashes down like a pack of badly arranged cards. Kofo, understanding every part of his body continues to work her lips and hands on his body steadily building and fanning the fire of passion in him as she undresses him.

In minutes, the will to be free from her is lost and his only desire is to take charge and possess her. Every member of his body is fully awake and excited. He moans as Kofo unleashes the beast in him as she handles his nether region with dexterity. He tears away her flimsy underwear and the sight of her voluptuous bust being released from their previous hold takes over his mind and ignites his body. Everything and everyone he had thought about some minutes ago take a backseat. His spirit takes a flight as his mind takes full control of every organ of his body prompting it to fulfil its pleasure and have its fill.

The night is still and quiet and the only sounds heard are that of the soft music from the music player and the guttural voices of the bodies in the throes of passion. The night goes to sleep with Kofo gratified roughly just the way she loves it.

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Blind Pact – Chapter 4

Gboyega looks on as Bola walks away. He had noticed her when she came into school as a fresher and he had felt there was something strange about her. He knew it was beyond being just a girl studying Civil Engineering. There was more to her and he had been curious to find out. He watched her from afar hoping to understand her peculiar personality. When he found out that her life revolved around school, fellowship and the hostel, he had smiled. One of those born-again chicks. They had always being a mystery to him. There was something about them that he just did not understand.

His parents were not religious. They attended church whenever they felt like it. And their kids, all seven boys always stayed away on such days. His parents were secondary school teachers who believed that as long as their kids were morally upright, they were fine. The boys however, all engaged in one vice or the other without the knowledge of their parents.

Two years ago, he lost them on a trip back from their hometown. They had travelled home to attend the burial of a family friend who had died of a heart failure. The bus conveying them had somersaulted a number of times after a burst tyre. The bus had been mangled and bodies were thrown out during the mishap. There were no survivors.

Gboyega suddenly became an orphan with six younger brothers to take care of. He tried to keep his brothers as one family but they all rebelled. Family members deserted them and life became tough. This further hardened the boys and the centre of their family could no longer hold. Each went his own way taking his destiny into his hands and struggling to chart the course of his life.

It had been a sober day for him during one of the crusades organized by a church close to his house. He had been loitering around thinking about what had become of his life and that of his siblings when he felt a strong urge to go into the crusade ground. He looked around and saw joy radiating as the people danced and worshipped God.

When the pastor started preaching, he looked around wondering if anyone had mentioned his travails to the pastor. The pastor kept on talking as if he was referring directly to him. He stood up in annoyance thinking someone was playing pranks on him. But as he was about to leave the crusade ground, right before his presence, he saw flashes of his life before him. He saw himself struggling in vain to come out of a dark pit. The pit was deep and hollow. He looked up and there was bright light at the top of the pit. He cried out but no one heard him. His voice bounced back to him in deafening echoes. All of a sudden, he started to sink. He stretched out his hand for a lifeline but there was nothing to hold on to. The more he struggled, the more he sank deeper. He was neck deep in the bog and was about to be enveloped in the darkness of the pit when he suddenly came to himself and realized that he was still standing in front of the crusade ground. He turned back and right there on his seat, he called on God to save him. He could not boast of his past and he was haunted daily by a past misdeed. He continuously prayed every day that God will forgive him for all the wrongs he had done in the past.

Gboyega becomes a regular in the fellowship longing to know more about God. His lifestyle changes and he garners a lot of whispers within campus. His close friends notice his turnaround and they are surprised. He moves close to Bola trying to learn more about God from her. When he is confused about a scripture, he calls on her to expatiate which she gladly does. At other times, she refers him to the pastor of the fellowship. His changed life has an effect on a few of his friends and some also turn a new leaf.

A few days to his graduation, Gboyega attends his last fellowship meeting. After the service, he walks up to Bola and asks if he can accompany her to her hostel.

“Okay.” She replies.

“I want to thank you for being a good friend and helping me in getting grounded in Christ.”

“Oh don’t mention. What are we friends for?”

Gboyega stops and holds Bola by the hand. “Bola, I want us to be more than friends.”

Bola looks at him confused. “I don’t understand.”

“I mean, am I allowed to date you?”

“Date me?” She looks at him, shock written on her face. “I see you as an elder brother.”

“But I am not.”

“I’m sorry Gboyega, I can’t date you.” Bola says as she starts walking ahead. She looks back at him. “Thanks for walking me to my hostel.”

Gboyega stands still at the spot where he had stopped Bola. She walks away without a second look at him. Their friendship had grown over the past months and he saw her beyond being friends. He had fallen in love with her. He had tried to lighten his proposition by telling her he wanted to date her. What he actually wanted was to spend a lifetime with her. But he had been unable to bring himself to tell her. She would have thought he had gone bonkers. She was so different. He had had his fair share of ladies in the past but Bola was nothing compared to them. He hadn’t planned on falling in love with her. But it had happened and he could not deny it. He was leaving school in a few days; and in about two months, he would be going for the compulsory National Youth Service. He did not want to leave without declaring his feelings for her.

As he turned to walk back to his hostel, he thought. “How am I supposed to tell that I love her if she won’t let me?”

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Bola walks into her room tired. Her room is empty. As usual, her roommates have gone for either a party or hangout. Sometimes, she wonders how she copes living with such roommates. They all lived for the moment. They knew Bola’s stance and tried as much as possible to respect her. One of them had actually confided in her once about changing her lifestyle. She said not having enough to spend had pushed her to hang out with the others. She wanted to be seen as one of the happening girls on campus. Bola had smiled and asked her if that was her main purpose in school. She had been sober but it had lasted only for a day. The next day, she was back in the company of the others. She did not want to be seen as a living the life of a bore.

Bola had gone straight from lectures to fellowship. She was hoping no one would try to make small talk with her as she sneaked away after the service was over. She was therefore surprised that Gboyega had still found her. His question about dating her had come as a shock. She was not interested in dating anyone much less someone she took as an elder brother. Yes, he was not her brother but he could pass for one. She had a lot ahead of her and a relationship was not part of what she saw right now. She pushes away thoughts of him and lies on her bed. In a few minutes, she drifts off into deep sleep.

Gboyega’s graduation day is here and he has no one to invite. He asks Bola if she would be his guest and she obliges. When it is time to take pictures, she looks around wondering where his family members are but sees no one. After the event, he asks her to walk with him to his hostel to pick his luggage. “How come no one came for your graduation? I thought you would have invited your family.” Bola asks.

“I don’t have a family.”

Bola stops short. A confused look on her face. “You don’t have a family? How is that possible?”

Gboyega smiles as he holds her hand so she can continue walking. “I lost my parents two years ago. We have been deserted by family. My six brothers all live their lives the way they deem fit.”

“I’m….I’m so sorry. I did not know that.” Bola says sadly.

“I know. I don’t like talking about my past.”

They walk silently for some minutes; each lost in his own thoughts. When they get to the boys hostel, Bola tells him she would rather wait outside. Gboyega nods and goes inside alone. A few minutes later, he emerges with two travel bags and a knapsack on his back. Bola asks if she can help him with his knapsack and he takes it off his back, balancing it squarely on hers. They proceed and walk towards the campus gate.

“Where is home?” Bola asks.

“Lagos.”

“Okay. And where were you were posted to?”

“I was posted to Ogun state.”

Bola smiles. “That’s nice. At least, you were not thrown into a bush where you would have to go in search of network to receive calls.”

“Does that mean I should expect your calls?”

“Would you rather I don’t call?” Bola teases.

“I would love to hear your voice every day and today’s pictures would remind me of you even when I am far away.”

Bola looks away. “Abeg, don’t start oh. What’s with all the ‘mushy mushy’ talk?”

“I meant what I said the last time and much more.” Gboyega stops walking.

Bola also stops and looks up at him. “And I also meant what I said as well. Sincerely, Gboyega, can we just remain friends and leave a relationship out of this?”

Gboyega shrugs. “Okay. If that’s how you want it.”

“Thank you.” Bola replies as they resume walking again.

They arrive at the garage some few minutes later and Gboyega loads his luggage into the next public bus on queue. Since it is going to take a while to fill up, Bola decides to hang around with him till the bus moves. They find a comfortable place to sit down and order two cold bottles of coke from a food vendor.

“So, I have never asked about your family as well?” Gboyega asks.

“I lost my dad two years ago as well. My family is just me and my mum. I am an only child.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.” Gboyega says looking at her. “What does it feel like to be an only child?”

Bola shrugs. “Sometimes, it feels lonely. No one to talk to or confide in. But mum tries her best to fill in the gap.” She says staring at the bottle of coke in her hand.

“I feel that way too sometimes. Lonely. Since my parents’ death, everything has been in disarray. My brothers don’t care about each other. I have tried to bring them together but nothing seems to work. I guess the rejection by family members worsened it. I once thought about ending it all….”

Bola raises up her head in shock.

“I was just tired. It was the same day I walked into a crusade ground and everything changed from then.” He says smiling.

“I’m glad that happened.”

“Me too.” Gboyega says as he holds her hand.

The bus fills up and Bola nudges him gently. “You should go now.”

Gboyega gets up still holding on to her hand. Bola becomes uncomfortable and tries to remove her hand from Gboyega’s hold. He looks at her straight in the eyes and smiles as he drops her hand gently.

They hand over their empty bottles to the food vendor and Gboyega takes his seat in front beside the driver. “I will miss you.” He says as Bola stands by his side.

Bola looks away and does not respond.

The bus drives off before Bola decides to leave for campus.

As she walks back to her hostel, she pulls out her copy of Gboyega’s graduation picture from an envelope. Even though he is smiling, his eyes are sad. She remembers what he said about his family and brothers. How sad that no family member had been there to share in his joy. She put the picture back into the envelope and sighs. At least, she had her mother, Gboyega had no one.

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Blind Pact – Chapter 2

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The Davies’ residence stands alone on a close which ends in a cul-de-sac. Houses dot the close situated a few metres apart from each other. The house is a modest bungalow with a pent-house. After putting in over twenty years of service in the banking industry, Femi Davies could boast of a house of his own. Building the house had not come cheap as he had taken a ten-year mortgage loan from the bank he worked for; but it had been worth the pain. In two years, the house was built and he had gladly moved his young family in. It lacked beauty on the outside as he had left a few finishing undone. He had not been bothered as his family had an abundance of beauty on the inside and made it a home. Few years later, one step at a time, he beautified the surroundings and made it his dream home.

As the principal’s car drives into the close, Bola notices a number of people going in and out of her house. This is unusual and she becomes more worried. Her parents lived quietly and tried as much as possible to keep few friends. The driver parks in front of her house. She steps out of the car and says thank you to the principal who nods his response back. The atmosphere carries an impending doom. Bola tries to look for an answer to the situation in the principal’s face but he only signals towards her house with his head. She looks at the house and her environment with people thronging in and out. She wonders if this is the same house she has lived all her life.

She walks towards her house like one in a trance. She sees different faces; some known, some unknown. Her entrance is greeted by pitiful faces and mournful looks. One nudges the other and the faces all begin to pave way for her to go in. She enters the living room and sees her mother sitting on the floor. She is surrounded by two women; her best friend and her only sister. Bola takes in the environment as she looks round her as if looking for someone. Banke sees her daughter and is instinctively aware that her daughter already knows. She stands up to embrace her and they both burst into tears.

“What…what happened to Daddy?”

“I…we…your…your…daddy”. Banke struggles to mumble before the tears start flowing freely again.

“It’s okay, mum. It’s okay”. Bola says as she hugs her mum tightly. She knows whatever it is, they will pull through it.

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“No, please don’t do it. Please, please. No, no, noooooo….” Banke screams and is jolted out of her sleep. She is sweating profusely.

Bola, who is lying on the bed beside her mother also wakes up with a start. She had been awakened by Banke’s scream. She sits up and looks at her mum in confusion. “Mum, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I woke you up. I had a nightmare. Please go back to sleep”. She says to her daughter. She is still panting like someone who had been in a run.

“No mum. I need to know what happened to daddy”.

“Not this night, Bola. We both need to rest”. Banke pleaded.

“Mum, I have a right to know what happened to my father. And I want to know right now”. Bola asks stubbornly.

Banke sighs as the event of two nights ago flash back. “We arrived the country at about 5.00pm. We chartered a taxi at the airport. Since we had promised to check on you on our way home, the taxi was to take us first to your school, then take us home. The taxi had a flat tyre on the way and the driver asked that we get down so he could change the tyre to a spare one. As we got down, he suddenly brought out a gun and asked that we lie flat on the ground”. Tears roll down Banke’s cheeks.

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Bola’s jaw drops.

“The driver spoke good English and we guessed he was learned. We begged him to take everything he wanted but spare our lives. He said he would do exactly that provided we co-operated with him. Meanwhile, we had not taken note of a car that was parked some metres ahead of us. The taxi driver whistled and the person in the other car reversed towards us. Both of them started offloading our luggage from the taxi into the other car. As they were about driving off, your father raised his head probably to get the plate number of the car they were driving away in”.

“Ah, why?” Bola exclaimed.

“I heard the driver’s voice asking in anger why your father had to raise his head and then……Banke holds her head. “A gun shot and your father screamed”. The tears are coming down in streams now and Banke struggles to continue her story. “The…the taxi and the other person drove off. They drove off and left me alone. I had no one to turn to. The…the road was deserted. I…I told your daddy to allow me call my sister to pick us from the airport. He…he…he refused. You know how your daddy would always say he does not want to inconvenience anyone. If…if…if…I had known”. Banke breaks down uncontrollably.

Bola moves closer to her mum and embraces her as they sob on each other’s shoulders.

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The burial of Femi Davies is done quickly. Banke is not willing to prolong closure for herself and her daughter. She is supported by her sister and her best friend and a few of her colleagues at work. Her neighbours also make themselves available and Femi Davies is laid to earth. A few of his colleagues promise heaven and earth. Bola’s education will not suffer. They would ensure she is well taken care of. Her university education will be outside the country; because that is what Femi would have wanted. Her education would be sponsored to Master’s level. A job awaits her once she is through with her university education. Promises! Promises! Promises! But Banke knew better. Promises were easy to make; talk is cheap. Fulfilling them came with responsibilities.

Twenty years ago, she had met Femi Davies when she went to drop her resume at the bank he worked for. He had just been retained at the bank after his National Youth Service. He was sitting behind the customer service counter when she walked up to him. It had not been love at first sight and nothing had struck to give them lasting impressions. She had also just finished her Youth Service as a secondary school teacher. She had enjoyed the job but it was not financially rewarding. She had therefore dusted her Economics certificate and headed to various banks dropping them at their customer service desks. She also checked the dailies for job openings and applied for them with an expectant heart.

She got responses from some inviting her for tests. She had passed each one of them. Her joy was however short-lived during her interview sessions. They were either looking for experienced hands or someone with a second degree. How am I supposed to be experienced if I am not given a chance? How can I afford a second degree if I do not have a job? Her parents had done enough by sending her to the university. They were traders in palm oil and foodstuffs and she was not ready to impose additional responsibilities on them. Her younger sister who was ten years younger was about securing admission into the secondary school. They had enough on their plate already.

She had waited quietly in queue until it was her turn to go to the customer service desk. She smiled as Femi asked, “Good afternoon madam, how may I be of help to you today?”

“Good afternoon, I just wanted to drop my CV here”. She said as she leaned forward on the desk and spoke in a whisper.

Femi smiled. He was lucky to have been retained by the bank. A lot of his friends still roamed the streets with their CVs just like the lady sitting before him. Some of them had handed their CVs to him as well, while a few people still walked in just liked she was doing. He knew he had every reason to be thankful to God. “Okay, madam”. He said stretching out his hand to collect the single piece of paper from her.

“Thank you”. Banke said as she handed the CV to him.

Three months later, she received letters from two different banks asking her to write an employment test. One of the banks had been the bank Femi worked for. The interview sessions had also gone smoothly and both banks were willing to offer her a placement as a bank teller. She became confused on which to pick.

One day, on her way to the market, as she alighted at the bus-stop, she found herself standing face to face with Femi. “Hi. How are you doing?” Femi asked smiling.

Banke was at a loss. “I’m sorry. Have we met before?” She asked confused.

“Of course. Ain’t you Banke? You dropped your CV with me at Alájeséku bank a while ago”.

“Oh, I am so sorry. I am not good at faces”.

“It’s fine”. Femi says smiling. “Have you heard from them yet?”

“Oh yes. I have even been given an offer but I am yet to accept”.

Femi is surprised. “Why? I thought you really needed a job”.

“Yes, I do. I have offers from two banks”.

“Right! So you are confused, I guess”.

“Exactly. The take-home for both banks are about the same. Also I was offered the same position in both banks. So I am trying to look at other benefits and pick the one with better options. I am meant to get back to both banks with my acceptance or rejection next week”.

Femi smiles as he looks at her. “A brilliant idea”. He says.

Banke nods.

“So have you checked out all those benefits now and considered them?”

“I just did earlier on today”.

“And your final answer is….?” Femi asks raising a brow.

Banke laughs as she sees his expression. “I picked your bank”.

“Nice. So I get to see you every day”.

“Yes stranger”.

“My bad. My name is Femi Davies”. He stretches his hand.

She takes it and responds. “It’s a pleasure meeting you again”.

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