THE SECRET JOURNAL - Episode 4

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - kissed her right in the car park, Kelvin tilted her head and continued to kiss her, she had a crush, a journal in his uncle’s library, he met with Jesus and gave up all his sins, had attended a fellowship organized by his wife’s friend, the journal, her abdomen.


Sarah felt kelvin touch her face so tenderly that she let out a gasp of sensual pleasure. He told her beautiful nothings that left her flying in the clouds. Then the most beautiful thing happened, he kissed her right in the car park just like she had imagined. His tongue probed her mouth so deliciously that she almost died from the pleasure. Kelvin tilted her head and continued to kiss her while they both went down slowly to the ground. She closed her eyes tightly while she savoured the sweet taste of his tongue in her mouth. Her back was almost on the ground when she felt a strange hand pulling her back up. She tried to break free from the grip only to realize her strength wasn’t enough. While the struggle continued, “don’t fall! Sarah! Sarah!” She heard her roommate’s voice. She opened her eyes only to see her roommate, Edna trying to pull her up from the ground. She looked around and saw that she was in her room. Her abdomen was nearly on the floor with her lips almost kissing the ground while her legs were on the bed. She wondered how she got there as she struggled to regain composure.

Edna was rolling on the floor in laughter as she narrated to Sarah how she was moaning and talking from her sleep while falling slowing from her single bunk bed. Sarah was so embarrassed and hoped she didn’t say anything out of place. Just when she thought that was all, her roommate told her she kept saying, “kelvin, kelvin… kiss me.” Sarah wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Now everybody would know she had a crush on kelvin because Edna was known for spreading tales. She hated that she couldn’t control the way kelvin appeared in her dreams. She knew her obsession about him was making her dream about him. She begged Edna to keep it a secret to avoid further embarrassment. She hated the fact that someone who wouldn’t even look her way was causing her so much trouble

SOMEWHERE IN GWAGWALADA                                        
 Kelvin stared at his uncle and aunt who were seated on the sofa directly opposite him. They had wanted to see him for some time; he refused firmly stating that the only way he would see them was if they told him what he wanted to know. His uncle looked at him with tear glistening eyes.

“The journal is mine, kelvin,” he finally said. His wife heaved a sigh and said “It’s true.” Kelvin couldn’t believe what he was hearing and for the first time didn’t like the truth he heard.

 After 200 level semester exam, kelvin had traveled to Abuja to spend time with his cousins who just came back from vacation in UK. There he was surprised to find his uncle in bed with their housemaid. He never thought in his wildest imagination that uncle Deji would ever cheat on his wife, more so with a maid. He walked out of his uncle’s room and packed his bags to return to Ibadan. On his way out, he found a journal in his uncle’s library where he went to take his text books.  He took the journal with the hope of reading it to pass time at the airport only to be startled by its content.

He called his uncle who immediately denied knowing about any journal or its content. Kelvin was sure his uncle knew something about it because Uncle Suzan whose name was repeated mentioned in the journal was his great aunt who passed away five years ago. Although kelvin read through the journal, he wanted his uncle to confirm or refute its content. Kelvin vowed never to see him or his family again if the truth was kept from him. His uncle had called him two days earlier to tell him he was ready to tell the truth after two years of not speaking with each other.

“I am a changed person, kelvin,” Uncle Deji said in a shaky voice that made him look very vulnerable. Kelvin stole a glance at his wife and noticed that she didn’t look surprised. “I know all about his past and truly I married him despite that,” she said as if guessing his thoughts. She added that she was hoping and praying that he would renounce his ways after they got married. She admitted that she was disappointed and even thought of leaving him eventually. But somehow she stuck it out with him because she knew he had a kind heart and he needed help. Kelvin was told that Uncle Deji had attended a fellowship organized by his wife’s friend earlier that month. There he met with Jesus and gave up all his sins. His uncle truly looked calmer and had a contagious joy that one could sense as he spoke in tears.

“So what happened when you traveled outside the country with that Russian woman,” kelvin asked. His uncle smiled and narrated his ordeal in Russia before he moved to Ghana and then to Nigeria. Kelvin’s eyes were moist as he soaked in every detail of what his uncle passed through and saw how much of a victim his uncle had been.

“Where’s the journal?” his uncle asked. “I left it in school,” kelvin lied. He couldn’t bring himself to telling them that it was missing. He was secretly hoping that he would find it in time and return it to him. What even baffled him was that he returned to the cafeteria immediately he noticed the journal wasn’t with him. Yet, he didn’t find any trace of it there.

SOMEWHERE IN UI
Sarah decided to stay indoors all day. She couldn’t get over the drama with Edna that morning. Besides, her period made her abdomen ache. Sarah pulled on an oversize sweat shirt and a pair of socks before settling on her bed. She drank warm milk and gently massaged her abdomen. She wondered if Edna will eventually tell their other roommate. She reached for her phone under her pillow and decided to try kelvin’s number once again. This time it rang several times but there was no answer. She sighed and picked up the journal. She had folded the top right of the page she left off.

ENTRY 10
Don’t ask me how it happened, but somehow I found a way of escape. I just had to find a way to escape from Mrs Vladimir. Although her house was heavily guarded by macho men, she kept female guards who were in charge of the main house. Bronislava, the female chief guard stared at me in a way I was quite accustomed to. I knew what she wanted and so I decided to try my luck with her. She has the broadest shoulders I have ever seen on a female; I am sure she was on steroids because of the veins which stuck out from her muscles. She always had on that macho look that was enough to intimidate anyone.

One day when my host went out about her business, Bronislava brought me my meal for the day which was barely enough to feed a child let alone an adult. I winked at her and did everything I had rehearsed in my head. “I know what you want and I can help you,” I said in the most seductive voice I could muster. She looked around nervously to make sure we were alone. She nodded and gave me the go ahead. I played the seductress and left her moaning and asking for more. I gave her my best shot and for once it was good enough. Bronislava was smitten and from that day, I had her in the palms of my hand.

She used the slightest opportunity she got to enter my cell room just to spend some time with me. She was gentle and showed genuine love and passion for me. She was often sad when Mrs Vladimir ordered that I should be taken to the sanctuary. Although I knew I was using her, I felt something different for her. She said very little; instead, she would gesture and make moves to communicate for fear that the other guards might hear us. Soon I told her I needed to leave Russia for Nigeria. She vowed to help and for that I am grateful.

I would never be able to tell what it took from her to help me escape Mrs Vladimir’s house in a car trunk, but I know she did everything out of the love she had for me. She arranged my air ticket and even gave me extra cash just in case I was stranded. The only words she spoke to me before she left were, “I love you.”  I saw a tear escape her left eye as she turned to go.

     -------The end-------

Sarah woke up with a sharp pain in her abdomen. She got up from her bed and realized that there was a round circle of blood on her bed obviously caused by her period. She groaned and removed the sheets and started cleaning the bed. She was halfway through when Edna and her other roommate entered the room. “Sarah, love in Tokyo,” said Bunmi who had a mock smile on her face. Sarah smiled weakly without saying a word. She knew instinctively that Edna’s loud mouth was at it again. She was convinced she hasn’t heard the last of the issue; she wanted to rebuke Edna for not being able to control her mouth but decided it wasn’t worth it. She entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. She cried under the flowing water until her emotions were back under control. She dressed up quickly and headed to the cafeteria for lunch.

Although she wasn’t hungry, she forced herself to eat Jollof rice and beef. She was halfway through her meal when she remembered kelvin and checked her phone if she missed his call. She sighed when she saw that there was nothing from him. She looked at the journal and realized there were just three entries left. She decided she would return the journal to kelvin once they see again. She told herself he wasn’t worth all the sleepless nights. “Maybe he is with his rich girlfriends and having a time of his life,” she reasoned. “But how can he not see that I am smitten? He must be really dense!” She thought to herself. She was content having an honest conversation with herself. It saved her the unpleasantness of having to talk to her roommates who had ‘mouth diarrhea’. They couldn’t keep a secret even if their life depended on it. She hissed and put the last piece of meat in her mouth.

Sarah walked to her favourite spot in the boulevard and sat down. She looked at the flowers and trees dreamily, she liked the artistic way they were planted to spell ‘love garden’. It was really beautiful with a romantic appeal; maybe that’s how it got its name, she thought. Sarah wished she had someone to share the moment with. She popped a chocolate bar into her mouth and reached for the journal.

Back in Abuja, Kelvin checked his phone and saw ten missed calls from Sarah. He knew he should have at least texted her to let her know that he was out of town. He decided against his better judgement not to call her until he was back in Ibadan. He called the airport ticket booking office and booked a flight to Ibadan. He took a deep breath and thought about Sarah for a while.

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Written by:
Hope Obamwonyi

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