THE PRODIGAL SON - Episode 11

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - The driver, phone rang and he startled out of his nap, Facebook lover, raped to death in a party, Teenager raped to death in search of love, first experience of sex could have destroyed, the voluptuous mammary organs, the phone was ready for use, she claimed to have been raped.


The Hotel Room
Candy stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. She had a towel clad around her body. The taxi driver was sitting in a couch dozing. Having missed his sleep when Candy woke him up with her call, his body had got the better of him. Candy went to her bag and began to remove some clothes to change into. The driver’s phone rang and he startled out of his nap. Digging his hand into his pocket, he produced his phone and picked the call. “Hello!” he said sounding very groggy. He paused to listen to his caller and then said, “Okay! I am coming now.” He dropped the call and cursed under his breath, “I hate this job. I don’t get to sleep much.”

Candy heard him and felt pity for him. “First it was me and now some regular passenger of yours. I am very sorry sir,” she said, hoping her words would make him feel better. “This one is a big woman. Each time I carry her, I get twenty-thousand-naira bonus plus my regular taxi fare.” “Wow! That is worth the hassles then. You should be happy each time she calls.” “Yes, I should be, but if I keep up the habit of not sleeping well, I don’t know how much longer I will live. I need to go drive her to the airport. When you are ready to leave the hotel, ring me up, okay?” “Thank you sir. I will do so.” The driver smiled at her and dashed out of the room. Candy caught herself wishing the drover was much younger. She would have hit it off with him as her first love. She locked the door behind him, went over to the bed and collapsed into it.

Since the driver had left she felt no need to dress up again. She lay on that bed, scantily covered as she pondered the horrors of her love escapades. “I would have been another Cynthia you know. I am certain I would have died in the hands of the third guy had I gone through the sort of rape that girl went through in Michael’s house,” she said aloud. For a few minutes her thoughts dwelt on how the media would have been awash with the news of the death of a teenage girl who was lured to Lagos by her Facebook lover and raped to death in a party. “They would have called me all sorts of names and given the news of my death incredible headlines…” She paused to recall just some of the headlines she had seen on newsstands about similar cases.

“Tragic love!” “Facebook Fool!” “Teenager raped to death in search of love!” She squirmed her shoulders in shock to the sounds of those imaginary news headlines. She slipped out of bed and hit the floor on her knees. Bowing her heads reverently, she muttered, “Dear God I am very sorry for being rebellious…” she paused as if waiting to hear a response from God. “I could have died. I could have been destroyed for life. In search of love, my first experience of sex could have destroyed me permanently… I am very thankful you saved me. Thank you. Thank you God! I just can’t thank you enough, but thank you for saving me.”

She rose to her feet thinking about how her parents must have been dealing with the shock of her disappearance. She walked toward her phone which was plugged to the wall. Midway the towel around her body fell off, she caught it midair and flung it on the bed. She actually didn’t need the cover it provided her. Over the years she had developed the habit of walking nude around the house when she was alone. She was definitely in love with her body and rightly so. Put simply, she had a super body, which was well embellished by the voluptuous mammary organs which hung delightfully on her chest.

She removed her phone from the charger and lounged on the couch nearby. She turned on her phone and waited for it to boot. Her heart beat very fast. She knew she wanted to call her mother, but had no clue what to say. Her phone start-up tone, reminded her the phone was ready for use. She went to her call record and dialed her mother’s number. Just one ring and her mother picked the call. “Hello Candy!!” she hollered. “Mommy, I am sorry,” Candy began. Her voice was riddled with guilt and regret. “Candy where are you? Who kidnapped you? What happened to you? My daughter please tell me where you are!!!” her mother cried. The pain in her mother’s voice, lacerated her heart. “I am in Lagos,” she replied. The silence on the other end of the phone told her just how shocked her mother was.

“Lagos! How?!!” her mother exclaimed.

Candy made to explain, but felt a restraint on her tongue which was due to guilt and shame.


Two days Later, Coca Cola Spot, Osun State University
Reclining at a table were Michael, Tosin and Deji. “I spoke with my sister, she said the police are still sweeping through our neighbourbood,” Deji said. “Did you ask her if they went to my house?” Michael asked. “If they had, she would have told me, but she said the police brought Priye to the neighbourhood to identify his fellow rapists…” Deji tried to explain. “Abeg, did she tell you whose houses Priye took them to?” Tosin interjected with alarm in his voice. “You don enter, Tosin. Shebi na you and Priye rape that girl wey dey fry akara and plantain? (You are in trouble Tosin. I think you and Priye raped the girl who fries beans balls and plantain?)” Michael asked. “You cannot say that was a rape. She girl offered herself to Priye and he asked me to finish the job when he got tired. The girl is possessed, she can take ten men at once and still will not be satisfied,” Tosin said pleading his innocence.

“How come she claimed to have been raped?” Deji asked. “Don’t mind the girl. She wanted Priye to start dating her. When he spotted him with Yinka she began to claim she was raped. In fact, she was the one who raped us.” “Tosin, for your sake, let’s hope Priye doesn’t lead the police to your father’s house, and for the girl to keep quiet about the alleged rape,” Deji said cautiously. “You guys should stop scaring me. Why have you two chosen to talk about the akara girl incident, instead of focusing on what happened in Michael’s house? That was a rape, and Michael is as guilty as the devil in that case. He was the one who popped the girl open.” “And you Tosin, took after me! Don’t forget I recorded how you were shouting obscenities when you were raping her,” Michael pointed out. A few students drew closer to their table and they shut up. As soon as the students left, Tosin snapped, “Actually mine was not a rape. I made love to her. Did you notice she moaned pleasurably during my turn?” “Tosin stop fooling yourself; that was not moaning. The girl was crying out for help!” Michael corrected him.

“I am done arguing with you Michael. Deji please, tell me, where did your sister say Priye took the police to?” Tosin asked. “According to her, Priye took the police to Chima and Lanre’s houses and after that took them to the Holy Boys’ theater…” “Hahahahaha!” Michael began, laughing hilariously at Tosin. “If you could by stroke of fate or omission escape the other rapes, now tell me how you will escape what you did in the Holy Boys’ theater? Your slaughter house!” Michael concluded derisively. “Every young man in our neighbourbood has done something bad at the Holy Boys’ theater including Deji,” Tosin defended himself aggressively.

“Please don’t include me in your mess Tosin!” Deji warned. “Shut up biko! (please!) All those girls you took to the theater, what did you do with them there? Oh! I forgot, you were helping them take measurements of their undies. Hahahaha!” Michael guffawed at Deji. “I am not denying taking girls to the theater! Yes, I did, but none of them was raped. I had sex with them by their consent. Not a single one of them was drugged. I am not like you guys!” Deji spat. Michael was going to say something when his eyes caught an interesting feminine figure coming their way. His mouth hung agape in bewilderment. Only his eye balls moved.

Tosin and Deji followed his gaze and then saw what their friend was gawking at. They whistled in unison at the beauty walking toward them. That was their cue of approval that indeed the girl was worth staring at for long. In awe, they gazed upon her silently. The girl in question was graceful and moved with elegance. Her shape was sublime. All her curves and edges were perfect and sensually highlighted by her clothing. It was as though she belonged more to the unreal figments of the mind than to the actual world. It seemed as if she was an artistic impression painted on a canvass. Licking their lips, the three of them ogled at her helplessly. With affecting demeanor, the girl moved her unbelievable figure past them, and walked into the restaurant. The whiff of her perfume hit their nostrils and sent a quiver down their groins.

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