THE PRODIGAL SON - Episode 9

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - number into her phone, taxi driver, voluptuous breasts, police station, policeman, water tank, flashlights increased in number, the policemen, arrested for interfering with our work, a beautiful and nubile girl, this is a hotel.


“Thank God,” Candy whispered when she found the card. She had begun to think she slipped into the hip pocket of her bum shorts which Chima and his ripped off her waist. Methodically, she punched in the taxi driver’s number into her phone and dialed it. “God touch his heart to pick my call, please,” she prayed as the man’s caller tune began to play.

The Taxi Driver’s Home, Bedroom
Am from Ebute Meta! Meta! Meta! Eh! Eh! Eh eh eh, eh!” the driver’s phone rang, playing Banky W’s debut song. The driver woke up with a loud sigh and grunted, “I hate this job. These customers, don’t they sleep?” Staggering toward his phone under the influence of sleep, he kept on sighing. His larger-than-life wife rolled around on the bed and sighed too. “Hello. Who is this?” the taxi driver asked. “Good morning sir. It is me, the girl you directed to two hotels some hours ago and gave your card,” Candy said. The driver had not forgotten. Candy’s voluptuous breasts had made a strong impression on him. Actually he had gone to bed wishing his wife could swap places with Candy. The woman he called his wife had grown so fat that discerning which part was her breast from her tummy was nearly impossible. Though they shared the same bed, he could not recall the last time they made love. He didn’t care. His growing addiction to pornography took care his need for her.

A smile crept across his face and he asked, “Madam, are you ready to leave the hotel by now?” “No. Actually I am not in any hotel. I am in trouble, I need you to come where I am to drive me away,” Candy explained. “Where are you right now?” “Somewhere around Bankole police station. I can’t say the exact spot, but it is not too far from the police station.” “Look around you, is there anything prominent with which you can use to describe where you are?” Candy adjusted her eyes to the dark and inched away from the water tank, looking for anything prominent which she could identify. Out of the blue, a beam of light flashed her way, blinding her. She gasped in fear, inching back behind the water tank. The taxi driver heard her. “Madam what is it?” he asked. “I think the people after me have found me. I am in trouble please help,” Candy cried silently.

The hero inside the taxi drive loaded into operation. “I am coming! I am coming! Stay where you are! I will call you when I get close to Bankole police station,” he said, kicking off his pajamas. He got dressed quickly and dashed out of his house.

The Street
Candy breathed heavily, her eyes darting about looking for some place with a better cover to hide. She was certain the light which almost blinded her was the same light which shone when those policemen came to rescue her in that primary school. How did they find me? she thought. While she thought what to do, she began to hear footsteps and male voices on the street. Suddenly the flashlights increased in number.  The policemen were making a last ditch effort to find her. They had spoken with a Hausa night guard who claimed he had seen a girl on the run around that area.

“If we don’t find her here, we go back,” a voice said. Candy was sure it was one of those policemen. Then she remembered, it was the very policeman who was fondling her breasts. Her feet sort of froze and her head felt light. She knew that guy a lone would rape her to death before the others get the chance to have her. They were at that point, opposite the water tank behind which she hid and were spreading out. One was headed behind the tank with his torchlight. It must have been God. Just in the nick of time, the gate beside where Candy hid, jangled loudly. The policeman flashed his light in that direction. His act was greeted with venomous curses. “Thunder fire your generation! Who is that idiot who wants to blind me?!” a man’s voice demanded. “Who is that fool?” asked the policeman with the light. “Who is the fool flashing light like an idiot?” another voice asked. This time a female voice.

By now all the policemen turned their attention to those at the gate and went over to have a shouting match with them. “Are you insulting the police?” “What sort of policeman blinds people who are leaving their house early for work in the morning, with his evil light?” the female voice asked. “Do you know I can have you arrested for interfering with our work?” “That is rubbish! How have I interfered with your work by standing in my compound and asking who was trying to blind my husband with a torchlight? Are you really policemen or thieves in disguise?” the lady asked, spitting fire.

While the shouting went on, Candy crouched away from her spot. Carefully she made her way toward the direction the policemen came. When she saw their van, she waited to see if someone was inside. She was sure there was no one in it. She stepped out of her hiding place and began to walk away hurriedly. She had made a mistake; a policeman was actually beside the van urinating. By the time Candy spotted him it was too late. She just had to keep walking. “Hey young girl, stop!” shouted the policeman. Candy stopped suddenly, wondering what to do next. When she saw the policeman wasn’t coming her way, she figured out that the stream of urine flowing out of his body would not let him come after her. She bolted off, leaving the officer shouting at her to stop.

Candy knew she was not up to it. She was already tired and spent. She won’t be able to run for long before the policemen would catch her. She was running because she had no clue what next to do. About what seemed like ten minutes, a vehicle pulled up beside her with its head lamps beaming like the sun, and a voice shouted at her to stop. She did not resist. She knew that was it. She had given her best to protect that virginity of hers and her best wasn’t enough. She stood waiting for one of the policemen to come and drag her into their van. “Madam! Come into the car right now!” It was not the police after all. It was the taxi driver. He had been driving around that area looking for Candy. “I dialed your number a few times and could not reach you. What happened?” the driver asked. Candy taped her phone screen and found out it had gone off. She was delighted. She hopped into the car and the driver screeched off. For some time, Candy did not ask the driver where he was taken her to. She was happy to let him drive her away. As the car sped away, Candy began to feel sleepy. For the first time that night, she felt she was not in trouble.

After driving for a while, the driver turned on his inner light, Candy had dozed off. He was horrified by the wounds on her face and thigh. He switched off the light and drove to a hotel. “Wake up madam. I brought you to a hotel,” said the taxi driver. Candy jolted from sleep. She had no idea how long she had slept or where she was. “Where is this place?!” she asked in fear. “Relax, this is a hotel.” The sound of the word ‘hotel’ in her ears, was like the sound of water to a tired traveler in the desert. Candy tried to get out of the car but could not. The pains in her body were much. “Don’t worry. I will carry you inside,” offered the taxi driver. Candy was grateful for that. Her legs were feeling heavy like logs of wood and her face ached badly.

The driver helped her out of the car, shut the car door and lifted her on his arms. The feel of her body made the driver wish he could carry her till the break of dawn. He could not remember the last time he felt that sort of touch. He was happy that after laying beside the torture he called wife, he could get to carry a beautiful and nubile girl like Candy. At the reception he set her down and rushed to pay for a room with his money. “Don’t worry sir. I have some money on me,” that was Candy. “No, you have been through much already. I will pay for the room,” the taxi driver insisted. Candy shook her head defiantly and offered him a wad of cash she removed from her bag. “Pay with this,” she said. Reluctantly, the taxi driver took the money from her and paid for a room. He collected the key and scooped Candy off her feet. As he bore her to the room they had paid for, tears circled Candy’s eyes. The taxi driver’s selflessness was the sort of love which she dreamt of. The type which had made her leave her parents in Abuja and came to Lagos to find. It pained her that Chima could not offer it to her. For the mean time, she snuggled up in the taxi driver’s strong arms and shut her mind from what she had been through.

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Written by:
Andrew Magege

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