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Blood of Revenge
Episode 2

Ugonwa was sitting alone outside the class when Adanna walked to her "ugonwa, you have been avoiding me and whenever I asks you, you won't give me any reason or you don't want to be friend with me again" "Adanna, I have told you several times that I just need some time to be alone" "if you says so" she walked away, ugonwa was thinking if Adanna is the curse of her sudden change, if she is, then she must belong to marine world or something, ugonwa promised her self never to have anything to do with such people.
Ugonwa returned from school, after eating the little food that her mother left for her, her mother told her to go to behind farm to get bitter leave, she obeyed and left, on getting there, she saw her uncle plugging their orange, ugonwa decided not to say anything to him, she decided to tell her mother when she gets home, still his uncle stopped her from getting bitter leave "go back and tell your mother never to touch anything in this farm, she doesn't have a male child so all my brothers property belongs to me" "uncle, this is not fair, I know that my father own this Land,why are you like these" her uncle, Nweke chased her from the farm, when ugonwa got home, she told her mother about everything, her mother got angry "I'm going to his house now, that farm is the only place that I get what I use to take care of you and myself, I will be going now" "mother please don't, you know uncle is bad, he might do anything to hurt you" "don't worry I will be back" ugonwa watched her go.
Ifeoma entered Nweke compound shouting, he later comes out "why are you disturbing my sleep these woman" "what have you gone to my husband farm to do, haven't you taken anough from us?" "dont ever step your feet into that farm again" he went back inside, Ifeoma was still there running abuses on him when his wife and daughter comes out and give her the beating of her life, Ifeoma walked home with tears regretting the death of Ikenna her husband.

To be continued.

Blood of Revenge
Episode 1

Ifeoma was married to Ikenna but her husband died when she gave birth to her only daughter ugonwa, she trys all her best to raise her daughter, ugonwa was very humble, she helps her mother in everything, ugonwa is now in secondary school, she is very intelligent, she concentrate on her sturdy.
Ugonwa enterd her new class jss1, she is very friendly, in that case, she made a lots of friends but her closest friend is Adanna, she is also smart in terms of education.
After the death of Ikenna, his family had been doing everything possible to chase Ifeoma away from the family to inherit all her husband property, things are never easy with Ifeoma but she vowed to train ugonwa in school because of what she passed through, she believes that if she went to school that things would have been easy for her family.
Since ugonwa started being friend with Adanna, she noticed some changes about her self, she lack apatite, she also use to dream eating in dream, she tried hiding it from her mother but she can't because her mother is now worried because she don't use to eat again yet she becomes very healthy, ugonwa decided to stay away from Adanna which she did, after that, things comes back to normal, whenever Adanna asks her, she won't give her any reasonable answer.

To be continued.

I'm starting a new series. Title: BLOOD OF REVENGE

BUKKY ALAKARA.
****** ******* *****


FORTY-THREE



Gbemiga returned home from work tired and hungry. He had a cold bath, changed into a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts, and went to the kitchen to make himself a meal. About twenty minutes later, he strode into the sitting room carrying a plate of noodles, fried eggs and plantain with a large piece of smoked Tilapia fish. He settled on the only chair in the room, a brown three seater leather chair. He hoped to get the rest of the furniture he needed before his wedding day. He had been given a two-bedroom flat like every other staff in USAID and the only thing he had been able to buy was a bed, a chair and a television. He had used most of his money to move his family into a new accommodation during the festive period. He also had a wedding to prepare for and it was draining his account. He didn’t know that couples spent so much on so little just for a one-day event.

The traditional and church wedding had been fixed on the same week, the last week of August. It was less than six weeks away. He prayed that God would finance both events. Although his family had promised to help, from both his father’s and mother’s side, he didn’t want to put his hope on anyone.
The Da Silvas were also moving mountains on their side. Abisoye was very special to them and they wanted the wedding to be memorable.

He finished the meal, dropped the plate on the rugged floor and stretched out on the chair. He picked up the remote and flipped through the DSTV channels and settled on the Sports channel. He began to doze off moments later, but, the loud bangs on his door woke him up. He jumped down from the chair and looked around.
Who was knocking at his door like that? He glanced at the wall clock. It was past nine. The bangs persisted. He frowned and marched towards the front door. He drew the latch, opened the door and came face to face with six hefty men.
They were all in Police uniforms and they were armed.

“Are you Mr. Oluwagbemiga Phillips?” one of them asked.
He nodded and stared back at them.

“Do you work at USAID?”
He nodded again, his heart beat had quickened.

“Do you know Miss. Abisoye Da Silva?”
He blinked and nodded again.

“Who is she to you?”

“My… my fiancée.”
The men exchanged glances.

“Where is she?”
He swallowed hard, “I think… I think she should be home. I saw her this morning at work. She left around noon on an official assignment. She didn’t return.”
The men exchanged glances again.

“What is this about? What is going on?”

“Mr. Phillips, you need to come with us to the station.”
He frowned, “Why?”
The man who seemed to be the leader of the group stared at him sternly, “Come with us in peace. If you resist, we will drag you to the station like a dog.”
Gbemiga stared back at the man and swallowed hard.

“Let us go,” the man beckoned at him.

“I… I am not properly…”

“Let us go!”

“Like this?” he glared at the man.
The man signaled to the others. They grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him towards the exit.

“Wait… I cannot go like this. At least, let me put on something decent!” he cried out.
No one paid attention to him. He was dragged out of the building and thrown into the black vehicle parked outside the gate.

An hour and forty-five minutes later, Gbemiga was dragged into the police station. He was taken to a room illuminated by a very small dim bulb. He was made to sit on a chair, hands tied behind him, legs tied to the chair. The men left. He noticed a tall dark figure standing a stone throw away from him. He couldn’t make out the face of the man, but, something about him made fear to crawl all over him.

“Mr. Oluwagbemiga Phillips, you have two options. One, tell me the truth. Then we will take it from there. Two, lie and I get the truth out of you.”
Gbemiga swallowed hard. What was he doing in a police station? What crime did he commit?

“How long have you been working for USAID?”

“Em… About two, three months.”

“Good,” the man came forward. He was about six feet tall, all muscled and stern looking. His dark eyes were cold and emotionless and his bare arms were covered with ugly scars. “Who is Miss. Abisoye Da Siva to you?”
He swallowed hard, “My… my fiancée.”

The man grinned. His teeth were charcoal black. Gbemiga turned away. Irritation made him nauseated.

“When was the last time you saw her?”

“This… this morning.”

“Where is she now?”
He gave a shake of head,

“Honestly, I don’t know.”
The man’s bushy brows creased in a frown, “You truly want me to believe that you do not know where your fiancée is.”

“I… I think she is home.”
The man marched towards him and stared down at him, “I can start with your ge****ls and believe you, me, you won’t live to father a child in this life or the next.”

Gbemiga felt a pressure below his abdomen. He was about to p*e on himself. “Sir, I… I don’t know where she is.”
Unexpectedly, the man hit him across the face thrice. His vision went dark for about a minute. The only thing he saw were dozens of little shiny stars. The pain came, spreading around his cheek bone, then down his jawline. He tasted blood in his mouth. Was he bleeding?

“Where is Abisoye D Silva?!” the man bellowed. The man’s voice echoed through the walls.
Gbemiga felt his ears throbbing. He knew he was in trouble. Who was going to rescue him? He raised his head and stared at the ceiling. The small dim bulb stared back at him.
God please help me.
The man started to laugh, “Are you praying?”
He dropped his head and looked at the man.

“Are you claiming to be one of those fanatic church goers?” the man snarled at him.

“I am a born-again Christian,” he mumbled. It hurt to talk. His face was on fire.
The man laughed again. “If truly you serve a pure and holy God, why did you plan with your lover to defraud the agency you work for?”
His eyes widened in shock.

“Abisoye served in the Accounting department and when she was retained, she remained in that department.”
Gbemiga nodded quickly.

“All through her service year she redrew money from the agency’s account in piece meal and transferred it to an offshore account. She was so good with what she did that no one knew until a few days ago.”
He began to tremble. He was really in trouble. He had no idea that his fiancée had been stealing from the international agency.

“In total, she siphoned the sum of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
Tears brewed in his eyes. His head began to ache and he felt very dizzy. Was he going to pass out?

“We have been monitoring her movements. She was supposed to report to her boss this evening, but, she is nowhere to be found. She is not in her apartment. She is not in yours. She is not home in Ibadan, neither is she in her uncle’s place in Lagos. Where is she Gbemiga?”
He shook his head again.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know sir,” tears clouded his vision.

“Did you both plan this? Are you her accomplice?”

“No sir,” he shook visibly.

“Where is your rendezvous point?”

“I don’t…”

“Paris? U.K? Where?!”

“I don’t know… I don’t know anything,” he started to sob.
The man spat on him and backed away. “You are in soup young man. Your fiancée is a professional thief and she is wanted in Nigeria and abroad. The Interpol are looking for her as we speak. You are her fiancé and you must be in on it. I don’t believe that you are innocent.”

Gbemiga raised his head. The hate in the man’s eyes saddened him.

“Start talking or I will break every single bone in your body. When I am done with you, you will pray for death, but, it will not come.”

“I had no idea…”

“Stop lying and talk to me!”

“I don’t know… I didn’t know that she… I had no idea… “

The man dashed towards him, lifted him with the chair, and threw them against the wall. Gbemiga collapsed on the cold floor, bleeding and
unconscious.


TBC....

BUKKY ALAKARA.
****** ******* *****

FORTY-TWO


Mid-May, the Phillips travelled to Ibadan to meet with the Da Silvas for the introduction ceremony of their children, Abisoye and Gbemiga. They arrived a day before the D-day and lodged in a hotel close to Abisoye’s parents’ bungalow.

Gbemiga called his fiancée and informed her that they were around. She promised to come over later that evening. He left his hotel room and checked up on his parents, siblings, uncles and aunties. He advised them all to sleep early so that they would be refreshed and ready for the occasion the next day. When he returned to his hotel room, he met his fiancée waiting for him at the door.

“Sweet heart,” he beamed.

“Honey,” she ran towards him and flew into his arms.
He held her close and sighed with relief. “It is so good to see you.”
She giggled. “We saw each other in Lagos a few days ago.”
He released her, “It feels like a million years ago.”

“Gbemiga!” she started to laugh.

“How is Mr. and Mrs. Da Silva?” he unlocked the door.

“They are in good health,” she followed him into the spacious room.

“Do you mind a drink or something to eat? I heard the hotel Chef is very good.”
She smiled and settled on the bed,

“I am full. My mum has been forcing me to eat every single thing cooked in that house since I arrived.”
He chuckled and sat beside her, “I can imagine. She hasn’t seen you in a while. What did you expect?”

“That doesn’t mean that she should fattened me up like a cow.”
He started to laugh.

“That’s one of the reasons why I don’t come home often. I always end up with extra weight.”

“Aww… mummy’s baby,” he pulled her cheek softly.

“How was your journey?”

“A bit stressful, but, here we are.”

“Your parents, sisters?”
He smiled, “They are all here.”

“What about your aunt in Abuja?”

“She flew in last night. She was the one who booked this hotel for all of us.”

“Nice. My other aunts and uncles from both sides of the family are here too.”
Her eyes grew wide.

“I am the first son of my parents. Everyone is being supportive.”
She nodded with understanding, “I like your family.”

“Thanks.”
She stared at him intensely, “I have really missed you.”

“Me too darling,” he reached out for her hands.
She leaned forward and kissed him.
He drew her close and kissed her back.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her chest against him. He groaned inwardly and tore his lips away from hers.

“What is it?” she looked into his eyes.
He cleared his throat twice, “Let’s don’t start what we can’t finish.”
She smiled at him, “Who says we can’t finish it?”
He raised an eyebrow and stared back at her. Since they started going out, the least they do was to kiss and in heated moments, they played around a bit, but, that was all. Nothing ever happened.

“What are you saying?”
She reached out for his hands, “We are going to get married. There is no reason why I can’t give you my body.”
He blinked, not sure if he heard her right. They had both agreed to keep s-x out of their relationship. Why was she changing her mind?

“We are not married yet.”

“But, we will be, in August.”

“That’s about three months away.”

“Exactly,” she slipped her hands under his tee-shirt and played with the hair on his chest, “It is okay for us to consummate our relationship. We have waited long enough.”
He began to shake his head, “We can wait till August darling.”

“I have seen the way you look at me. I know you want me as much as I want you.”
He swallowed hard. It had been difficult and hard to restrain himself and keep in check his desires while they courted, but, he was happy that he had been able to exercise self-control in the relationship.

“Honey, I want you to take me now,” she pulled off his shirt.

“Ah!” he became alarmed. He could see the passion in her eyes. How was he going to dissuade her?
She unbuttoned her red short-sleeve cotton shirt and pulled it off. “It is time for us to get to know each other intimately.”
His throat went dry. The sight of her bare b---m made his head to expand.

“It is okay…” she tried to assure him.

“Abisoye…” his eyes flew back to her welcoming ones.

“It is okay…” she pushed him back on the bed and mounted him.
He swallowed spittle. He knew he had to stop her. He wanted to stop her, but, he couldn’t will himself to do it. He just lay there, till she had removed every clothing on him.

“God will understand,” she winked at him and threw their clothes on the floor.
He stared back at her. He wasn’t sure about that. The moment she guided herself to accommodate his manliness, his thoughts became clouded
with the e----c feelings produced by her movements. She rode him like a horse and didn’t stop until they were both screaming at the top of their lungs and gasping for air.



TBC.....

BUKKY ALAKARA.
****** ******* *****

FORTY-ONE


Bukky and her aunt sat on a long bench outside the two-bedroom flat picking beans. The twins ran in circles playing a game of ‘tag’, locally known as ‘Catch-you’. Out of boredom, she decided to spend some time with her aunt. She would have gone to Ikorodu to visit her parents, but, they were always asking after Chike. She didn’t want anyone to remind her how much she missed him.

“You two better go inside, if you come near me again, I will s***k your bum-bum!”
The twins stopped running, glanced at their mother and started to run again, in a zig-zag pattern.

“I am warning you,” K**e threatened them.
Her niece laughed quietly.
She eyed the younger woman,

“Wait till you give birth to yours.”
Bukky smiled and held her tongue. She knew her little cousins were trouble with a capital ‘T’. The last time they came to the shop, they turned the whole place upside down. Her aunt swore never to bring them to the shop again.

Her phone began to ring. She picked it up and grinned when she saw the caller ID. It was her fiancé. She had not spoken to him in a while. He had been so busy that their Skype nightly hook-up had been suspended for a while. His chats on BBM were also short. His calls always made up for the inconsistent communication.
She placed the tray of beans on the bench and picked the call, “My love.”

“My baby…”
The sound of his voice felt like a soothing balm on her lonely heart,

“How are you?”
K**e glanced at her niece and smiled. She hoped the girl’s fiancé would come home soonest and marry her. How long does it take to complete the Masters programme? She heard it was eighteen months, but, it depended on the curriculum of some tertiary institutions.

“I am lonely. I can’t wait to return home to my love.”
She sighed heavily, got up and strode towards the side of the building, “How many months more?”

“Come December this year, I will be home.”

“Plus or minus, nine, ten months, you will be home.”

“Exactly.”
She leaned against the wall. “I have seen my JAMB result.”

“How was it?” he sounded excited.
She scratched her scalp, “My score was below two hundred.”

“I see. Will you be able to use it?”
She shook her head, “No, it is below 150.”

“Bukky! How low is your score?”

“Very low,” she sounded sad.

“Tell me.”

“No, I feel ashamed.”

“Come on love. It is your first JAMB.”

“I thought I studied hard.”

“Have you heard of people who wrote the examination ten times?”
She frowned, “I do not want that to be my story.”

“It wouldn’t, but, the point is that they never gave up until they passed.”
She sighed, “I won’t give up.”

“Good. Don’t worry. We will study together when I get home.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. Send me your recent pictures.”
She blinked, “I sent one this morning.”

“Send more. I want you in different attires, postures, environment…”

“What are you using my pictures for?”

“It keeps me sane and away from the likes of Beyonce, Shakira and who else now?”
She started to laugh. “Okay, I will send you more pictures.”

“Good girl.”

“I miss your sweet kisses.”

“Hmmm…”

“I wish I can fly to you right now.”

“Nine months more love.”

“And we will be together.”

“Forever.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Same here. I got to go.”

“Call me later.”

“Okay love. Maybe we can Skype tonight.”

“I will love that.”

“Later love.”

“Later.”

The line went off. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. A tear drop rolled down her dark smooth face. She sniffled, opened her eyes and cleaned her face with the back of her hand.

“Bukky!”
She heard her aunt’s husband’s voice.

“Sir…” she hurried into the flat. She found him seated in the sitting room, watching the television.

“Please, help me to buy MTN and GLO credit at the kiosk down the street.”

“Okay sir,” she collected the money from him and counted it. It was three thousand five hundred naira.

“MTN one-five, GLO one-five. Use the change to buy yourself credit too.”
She beamed, “Thank you sir,” she walked out of the flat and met her aunt scolding and s***king the twins. She shook her head and walked
towards the gate.

The kiosk was four houses away. The lady that owned the place sold provisions, drinks and snacks. She would use the change to buy a set of cupcakes. There were six in a pack, small, but, totally delicious. One bite and it would melt in your mouth.

“Bukky…”
She heard her name and looked around. She saw a tall, dark young man walking towards her. It was her ex-boyfriend.

“Gbemiga?” she stared at him in surprise.

“How now?” he smiled at her.

“Am good.”

“What are you doing in this area?” he seized her up. He liked the way the blue short-sleeve knee length fish-tail chiffon dress cradled her curvy
frame.

“My aunt lives on this street.”

“How is aunt K**e and the twins?” he observed her smooth dark face.

“They are fine.”

“A friend of mine lives on this street. We served together in Abuja.”

“Oh…” she looked towards the Kiosk. There were a group of girls seated under the big umbrella outside the store.

“We are done with our service year.”

“Oh really…” her eyes flew back to his happy face.

“Yes o. Thank God for us.”

“Hmm… congrats.”

“I was retained at USAID.”

“Wow!” shocked.

“My parents, siblings, the whole family have been jubilating since I got back.”
She nodded with understanding, “I can imagine. I am happy for you.”
He looked straight into her eyes,

“Thank you,” he noticed how pretty she looked. Her relaxed black hair was in a pony-tail behind her neck. Her
chest seemed fuller and her backside was bigger than the last time he saw her.

“I am running an errand for my brother in-law,” the way he was looking at her made her uneasy.

“Oh…” his gaze flew back to her face, “Okay. Em… I am relocating to Abuja next month, after my introduction.”
She blinked.

“I am dating a wonderful girl and we will be getting married in August.”
She remembered the lady his sisters brought to her place. “Congrats.”

“It would have been you,” he eyed her.
She shook her head, “You and I know that, that is impossible. Your family won’t allow it.”
He dipped both hands into his pockets, “You don’t know that.”
She looked towards the Kiosk again,

“I wish you all the best. Take care,” she brushed past him and hurried towards the store.
He watched her till she went into the kiosk. He turned around and walked on. He was getting married to a prettier girl. She was a born-again Christian, an educated and responsible girl from a good family who was head over heels in love with him. He had been able to love again and move on. Everything was working out for his good. What more could he ask for?
Nevertheless, a part of him would have wanted it to be Bukky Folorunsho. If only wishes were horses.



TBC...