Red

This is a short story, I haven’t written anything in a while, just wanted to drop this here, it’s fictional so I’ll appreciate your comments. Thank you.

I’ve always been there, a statue, never changing, never moving, the ever-reliable Jo-Lynn, the last child of my parents, why am I like this, why was I born calm? There’s no fire in me, no anger, no passion, no desire to react, no zeal to be more why am I Jo-Lynn?
He hit me for the first time when I was six years old; a belt buckle is harder than it looks y’know? It can split your skin; you can feel the pain in your bones, why would she let him hit me like this? Did she hate me? Does she hate me still? I don’t know, I’ve never known, hate is such a strong word but appropriate, she watched him hit me, again and again and again with no plea from her, she said I deserved it, I was to be seen but not heard, why does he hate me so ? My brothers and sisters? They look at me with scorn and anger, with spiteful tears in their eyes, wishing me death, a fate even worse than death.
I am a product of rape, a mistake they said, a failed abortion, bad-blood runs through my veins, blood from a criminal, I think he has bad taste and was un-naturally horny, I mean my mother is no beauty, I look too good to be hers, apparently she doesn’t hide the details from me, he was fine I suppose, dashing even, my father I mean. They told me who I was or still am when I was ten, the real me, who my father was, I guess I don’t deserve love or kindness, I’m a mud-blood; dirty.
I got sent to school, very beautiful experience, I was a loner, be seen and not heard, I did just that, “never speak to anyone unless spoken to”, that was my motto. Valedictorian, Best graduating student, beautiful job, the hatred still from my family, the anger at my success, the pain at my joy,” keep moving, never stop”. My other motto.
It hurt to look at him, he was so handsome, so beautiful, I have no mama, and so no one warned me about his type, I was a virgin for lack of opportunity, who would want to do the class freak? He said the right words at the right time, did the right things at the right time, it was too good to be true, I don’t deserve this, this happiness, I’m a mud-blood, I bring anger, pain, sorrow, why does he love me? We would wait till my wedding night he said, sent from heaven, my husband now.
Ice-Lynn, he called me, “cold as ice”, he said. “So cool, so reserved, no passion, no fire, no response, even in our bedroom”, he said to his friends. “A bore to me really”. Ice melts, the dam broke, my ice turned to tears, his words kindled a fire in me, an unquenchable fire, I tried to learn, to please him, how does ice turn to fire in such a short time, no more numb, no more composed.
I got home early today, his car was parked outside, these shoes, they look familiar, so familiar… They were having sex in our bed, the whore, the whore who begot me, the whore who made me into ice, who killed all feelings I have ever had, she looked at me in the eyes and smiled, he hadn’t seen me yet, kept on going at her, like his life depended on it.
A belt buckle is harder than it looks y’know? It will crack a skull if hit with anger and rage, the blood, so red, beautiful color, someone said it shows confidence when worn, I was wearing red now, my husband kept looking at me, so quiet now, he was in shock I suppose, I started taking off my clothes slowly, wiping the blood from my hands on my cheeks, smearing the blood on my skin, now he can see the fire in me, the passion, we made love in her blood, smeared all over us, slowly, building up, then fast, then slow again, so much fulfillment, so much joy.
Death gives me fire, I need fire to keep my husband, have you offended me? Have you made me sad? If yes, then you’re on my list, might not be the next but you’re on my list still.

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Revisiting My Past

If I could rewrite something from my past, they wouldn’t have died.
So young, so full of life, within 2 years, gone, in the blink of an eye, both of them. I don’t know where they are now, I really can’t vouch for anyone.
Once upon a time, I had 2 elder brothers and 2 uncles, now I have 1 each, death happened.
I won’t bore you with the details, I won’t give you gory tales of their deaths but they involved vehicles, both of them were killed by Mack trucks, my uncle and my brother, 11 years and 10 years respectively.
I can’t stand near a truck again, lol, such fear for one so young.
Death you have no heart, you have no sympathy but you don’t scare me, I know where i’m headed to, you’re just a means to a necessary end for me, when it’s time, i’ll welcome you but for now, i’ll stop rewriting my past,
I’ll start writing my future,
You reading this, will you ?

© Ogbogu Chizoba Ogenna

Chance 4

Chance 3 ?

You’ve read it ?

Please do.

Chance 3

“Not so sure about it.”

4th instalment.

Irene ;

The doctor came out just as Kamsi came in, I ran to hug her and we all turned to the doctor as a family, I.K squeezed my hands , I realised I wasn’t really alone, my kids were my pillar.. He said, “We tried as much as we could.” That’s where I went deaf, my baby’s gone?! My baby!!!!! No! I have to see her! Let me go! Let me go!? Where’s my baby!? Where’s she!? I told her not to sleep, I trained my kids well, and she wouldn’t dare sleep! Let me see her!

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Maria ;

It was all white and I could feel myself floating, I tried not to sleep, and I won, I’m still awake but I don’t have any cuts again. This looks so neat. I wonder where everybody is. Where’s mummy and I.K? It was raining! Tf? What is this now?! What kind of rain is this?! I’ll just catch a cold! 😦 I feel like sneezing 😦

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Her heart was heavy, she was looking at her daughter , she was dead, her baby!! She was mumbling incoherent rubbish to herself. She felt so heavy in her arms, could it be her she saw shouting at her brother just this morning? She said she’d be back early and now she’s late. There’s a limit to what a Mother can take, she was rocking her and then she started singing a lullaby she used to sing to her as a child. The nurses just watched with tears in their eyes.

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Irene ;

My tears kept on dropping on her body. I.K was shaking her to wake up, for what purpose?? My baby’s dead, only a Miracle would bring her back. Lord! Why me?! Kamsi just stayed and prayed.

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Irene ;

I wonder why Kamsi and I.K were wearing black, I remembered what Ma-ma’s face looked like; so peaceful even in death. It brought tears back to my eyes. The pain and confusion, the utter madness, it’s been a month now and it still rocks me to the core, my baby. Nwa m (my child) Kamsi came in and hugged me, I.K came in too. As I said earlier, they are my pillar, they keep me going when there’s nothing left to keep me. I.K said ; Maria again ? And I nodded.

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Kamsi ;

We were about to leave for church, I called out for I.K, the rest of the extended family, Maria too.

So like her to be late for her own thanksgiving. She finally came out, she looked so pretty, and as usual she was arguing with I.K over the who got to sit in front. That’s my privilege but today is her day so i’ll let it slip. Mummy just kept on looking at Ma-ma and smiling but the tears wouldn’t stop. I guess the joy was too much yes ?

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On the day of the accident, at the hospital;

While her mum was crying, she sneezed.

Miracles do happen.

They don’t understand, God’s always watching, he saw a family in need and he gave them what they needed, a miracle, she came back. She didn’t sleep, she just closed her eyes for a second. The doctors went to their ever present charts to check the possibility, they don’t get?! He’s the God whom nothing is impossible for.

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Maria ;

Mummy was crying. Why!? I didn’t sleep. I stayed awake because of her and she’s paying in tears!? Imagine!? This woman’s funny. I hate these needles 😦

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I.K ;

I love you more than anything in this life. Don’t scare me again! I beg you please. Maria-Stella I love you!!!

Next time I’m going with you, you’re never leaving my sight again!

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Kamsi ;

Ma-ma! I’ll kill you for scaring me! I love you baby! I love you so much!

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A 2nd chance? Yes? Definitely.

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Forgive while you have the chance, laugh and don’t regret,

Live and most importantly Love.

 You might not have a 2nd chance.

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© Ogenna Chizoba Ogbogu

Thanks for reading.

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Chance 3

If you haven’t read the 2nd instalment, this is it ;

Chance 2

Some do and some don’t

3rd installment

Irene ;

Maria!!!! My baby!!! I’m here!! Look at me, I’m going to pull you out now, an ambulance is here, my baby they’ll take care of you, you’ll be fine, Please just stay still for me. I.K is here, you can tell him you love him yourself, we drove here just so you could tell him.

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They got her out, they started putting tubes into her, we left for the hospital, my baby was badly hurt from her neck down, it’s funny, her face didn’t have even a scratch. 3 broken ribs, internal bleeding, cuts, bruises and scratches on her legs, she shouldn’t have worn shorts, she was fine, or so they say. They took her straight to the E.R, she was unconscious, she’s still there. He just had to die, didn’t he? He couldn’t have stayed longer with me? He had to let go? No attempt at a fight?! If only he was still alive , I wouldn’t be facing this alone. I’d have a shoulder to cry on.

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She watched them take her baby in on the stretcher, who knew what was on her mind? She watched them shut the doors, she called her 1st daughter; Kamsi , she was in Lagos , she let go of the job interview. She could feel her pain from where she stood, she heard the sounds that came with her tears. She understood the failed attempt to be strong , to be stable, to be the one in control. This was one of those times control eluded even the strongest person.

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Kamsi ;

I’m coming back home now, I just got another ticket to come back, I’ll take a cab to the hospital, text me the name of the hospital. How’s she? Is she holding up!? She dare not die on us!! tell Ma-Ma i’m coming, just talk to her, tell her anything but Mum please don’t let her die, please i beg of you! Don’t let my baby die!

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She broke down, they stared at her, one of those loony cases? No-one could feel her pain, no-one could understand her tears, they couldn’t relate to the young lady sitting on her luggage and bawling like an infant. They didn’t understand when she started pacing, they didn’t get it, when she started screaming at the aviation security, nobody understood her, or did they? It was love or an emotion deeper, someone had to have felt it before or was hers different? A sister’s love? The instinct to nurture and protect?

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She was dying , slowly, she had lost a lot of blood. Would she make it?

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What were the odds? The possibility? Hopeful or not? Would a mother’s love defy death? Would tears keep it away?

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© Ogenna Chizoba Ogbogu

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The 4th installment will be on Thursday the 23rd.

Thank you.

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Chance 2

This is the 1st instalment if you haven’t read it ;

Chance

Do we all get these chances?

2nd Instalment.

Maria ;

Everything’s smoky, whose blood is this? Why am I upside down? Why’s everything foggy? My head hurts, kai! My body?! My phone, where’s it. Mummy is on speed-dial. I’ll call her. Just need to reach my cell in my pocket, got it! It hurts to move too much 😦

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Maria ; Hello mummy.

 Irene ; Maria what’s the problem, did Kamsi miss her flight?

Maria ; No, mummy I’m hurt, everywhere. Feels funny and I can smell petrol everywhere, mummy will I be fine? The car is upside down and it’s a tight fit.

 Irene ; Maria! My child! Stay right there! I’m coming! Where are you? Don’t move, be strong for mummy. Be strong! I’m coming with I.K now.

 Maria ; ok mum, you’ll be here soon? it’s the road with a statue by the side i think, i’m not sure mummy, If I’m asleep by then, just know I love you and I.K so much. Tell I.K I love him please, will you?

 Irene ; I won’t, you’ll do it yourself, as your mum, Maria-Stella! I order you not to sleep!

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They say when you’re about to die, you see all the things you love flashing before your eyes, she could see I.K, Maria, her dad, her mum, her sister from another mother,

her life flashed before her eyes,

Letting go…..

Tired……

Too tired…..

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Maria ;

I’ve never intentionally disobeyed mummy, but there’s a first time for everything, will it be now? My mouth tastes funny, when I get home I’ll brush, if I get home, no! Mummy will be here and I have to stay awake for her. She ordered me to, I want to sleep, and my eyes feel heavy. So when I get home, I’ll brush.

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She was driving like a maniac, a maniac on hard drugs. A mother’s love? What can conquer it? Nothing, her hands were shaking, she was hyper ventilating, and her thoughts were too complex for her brain to make sense out of. But safety first, she had to get to her daughter. Almost there.

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Thank you for reading.

Please check back on Sunday the 19th for the 3rd instalment.

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Chance

This isn’t a Valentine’s post, don’t assume, don’t.

Life’s all about chances,

First Installment.

Maria ;

Don’t push me again! Stupid boy! Do you want to enter my body? Mumu! You’ll never have sense. O! I’m late. I need to get out of bed immediately, but it’s so cozy and I don’t want this stupid boy to continue staying on my bed, yh! I’ll tell him mummy’s calling him. He left and I locked my room. Time for a bath.

Need to prepare to go to the airport.

I hope i end up going with only Kamsi.

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I.K ;

Maria is such a witch, she’s kicked me out of her room and now mummy’s seen me which equals unnecessary work this morning. I’ll deal with that girl. First to do no dey pain sha. Back to my room, it’s so scattered. I’ll just push these clothes off my bed and take a short nap before Kamsi leaves for the airport. Airport no dey do me and I want to eat.

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Kamsi ;

It’s like a 40-minute drive, I hope I’ll make it to the airport early, I have a job interview at a bank by noon in Port-Harcourt and my flight is to Lagos. The subsidy removal and unrest in Nigeria has de stabilized all my plans. I think I’ll just re-route the ticket after all, the guy at the airport said my ticket is like a blank cheque. I like the sound of that. First I need to finish with this daily devotional, and finish packing my remaining stuff. I’ll need to carry my bible in my hand-bag. I.K and Ma-Ma again? Can’t they just get along for once? Mummy’s not helping matters, she needs to talk to them, I just hope Maria’s ready because I’ll leave her and go to the airport. I’ll just take a bath now and get ready. I pray it all works out.

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Irene ;

My kids will not stop fighting! Are they marrying one husband?! Every single minute they’re arguing! I.k and Maria God should please help you! Owu ofu nne muru unu mana owughi ofu chi kere unu ( one mother gave birth to you but not the same God that created you ) can’t you be more like Kamsi!? Ehn? Peaceful girl, if only God had given me 3 Kamsi’s, Chukwu biko!? (God please). I’ll miss Kamsi a lot. The way these children grow up. These tears won’t stop falling.

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Maria ;

My Valentine’s should be good please, I wonder what I’ll get. Almost at the airport now, I don’t want to cry., I’ll miss Kamsi , even though she gets on my nerves sometimes, I still love her. I.K didn’t come, thank God! Finally, we’re there. Kamsi is early, thank God again, maybe I’ll just drive to a friend’s place from here, I don’t want to go home and meet mummy , and I don’t have strength for her shouting today…

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She gave her big sister a hug and then got into the car and drove out of the airport, Nicole or Kris’ house? Which, which? She was thinking and she didn’t see the little boy run into the road, she swerved.

She got hit.

It was a truck. A Mack truck.

It crushed the vehicle.

Did she survive?

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© Ogenna Chizoba Ogbogu

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Check again on Thursday the 16th for the 2nd Installment please.

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Early cummer

He’s come again, to tell a story.

Gather round , gather round people, a tale is about to be told, a tale of dreams and aspirations, a tale that’ll warm your innards .

Written by @Oluseyimcfunny

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Edited by @__friendlyghost

(Writer at Thatsmartlittlegirl)

Enjoy.

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I like all kinds of girls. Ok, almost all. I wouldn’t want a Whoopi Goldberg in my bed. I try not to be too choosy but then again, if you’re as lucky as I am facially, you’d tend to go for the best, most times.

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Temi, (yeah, that’s her name) gives sexy a whole new definition. Her big brown eyes, her fair boobs, those luscious lips, the way she swings her hips from left to right while walking, her hot legs. By the way, Beyonce aint got nothing on Temi’s ass. OJIBIJIBIJIBI.. She was the whole package and more!

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What was she doing in my house? How did she get to my house? Who gave her my address? The last time we spoke, she wasn’t even in the country.

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“This must be a dream.”, I thought

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I pinched myself to “wake up” from my slumber. She was still there! My God! Temi was still there! The dress she was wearing did wonders to her figure! I swear I wanted to pounce on her! Little me was already having “hard” times.

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“This would be the best day of my life!”, I thought to myself.

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We were still catching up on old times when it happened. She kissed me. Oh! Her soft lips and strawberry flavoured lip gloss ❤ <3. Before I could say JACK ROBINSON, we were naked. I kissed her lips, kissed her neck, kissed her boobs, kissed her tummy, got really close to her kitty and kissed it lightly. She held my head in place and pushed it down.

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“FaraBURUKUbale”, I said to myself.

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After about 5 mins of 69 (the best one of my life. Errrm, ok, the only one x_x), she begged me to penetrate. I teased her a little, brushed little me over her kitty a few times before entering slowly.

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“Fuck it, fuck… Ah, oohhhh, kileleyi naw” was all I could say. The sticky shit was all over my pair of shorts and my bed sheet. I hate when this happens. *sigh*

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I HATE WET DREAMS!

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© Oluseyi Sanyaolu

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