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Michael’s Apartment
“Michael, I know this has been a bad period for you, but if we don’t tell you this, things might get worse,” Deji said, picking his words. Michael held his breath, his eyes wide open, expecting sad news. Deji could see the shock in his face and so tried to calm him a bit. “Common Mike, you don’t have to get that terrified…” “Please stop that Deji! I am not a child!! What were you talking about? I need to hear it!” Michael demanded. “Chima and Lanre have been apprehended by the police. The fear back in Lagos is that they might implicate us by revealing the things we did in your house…you know the rape stuff,” Tosin explained.

“Oh God! Why now!!” exclaimed Michael. He lowered his head in sorrow, pondering his plight. “Your run-in with those cult boys has made our apartment known around here, we need to move out of this campus or at least leave Osun State for a while,” Tosin said.

While Michael and his friends discussed their problem, four guys from Mujib were on their way to Michael’s apartment, all armed. Mujib had left them a clear order to waste Michael. He blamed Michael for Suzan breaking up with him.

“It is already late and I am not yet in the shape to go on a long journey out of Osun State now. Since this place has become unsafe for us, is there somewhere we can go to crash for just this night?” Michael asked, sounding deflated. His sins were coming back at him at stunning speed. For once in his pathetic life, he realized just how wickedly and filthy he had lived. “We have a local friend who can house us. I think we should get going,” Deji said.

“It’s her,” Michael said, almost to himself. “What are you talking about?” Tosin asked. “It is that girl we raped in my father’s house. She cursed us. I heard her cursing us when I was raping her. We are finished. I can’t believe I did all those evil things. I can’t believe it!” Michael said out loud, crying. His brokenness surprised Deji and Tosin. “Guy, what is it? Our current plight has nothing to do with any curse someone laid on us. I don’t care who laid the curse, whether Candy or the girl we raped during the party. The truth is this, we did terrible things and our actions have consequences. Right now those consequences are here. We have to be strong, man,” Tosin said trying hard to help Michael who seemed flustered.

“GBAM! GBAM!! GBAM!!!” That was a knock on the door. The sound of it rattled the three of them. “It must be the police,” Deji whispered. The three of them made for the bathroom, almost fighting to squeeze through the door at the same time. “Michael! I know you are in there! Please open the door!” The voice was a lady’s. Michael and his friends thought hard to know whose voice it was, but could not. “Michael this is Pelumi, Suzan’s friend! I have to speak with you right now! Please open the door, your life depends on it!” the female voice outside said.

Deji took courage and went to get the door. As soon as the door creaked open, Pelumi pushed her way into the room looking teary eyed. “Where is Michael?” she asked, almost panting. “He is not here,” Deji lied. “You said his life depends on what you have to tell him, what is that?” “A hit has been called on his life. If you don’t reach him this minute, he won’t live till morning,” Pelumi said, waving her hands up and down as though they were on fire.

“Who called the hit?” Deji asked, clearly worried. “Stop asking too many questions and call your friend!” Pelumi yelled. She moved closer to the door and opened it a little. Sticking her head out, she scanned the street. Every young man she spotted outside, seemed to her like a hitman. “They are here!” she screamed and bolted out of the apartment. Her shout drew out Michael and Lanre who were listening from the bathroom.

Amongst them, it was only Deji who had the nerve to spare a minute to lock their door. As soon as he did, he bolted off in the same direction as Lanre and Michael. He was stopped cold in his track when bullets rang out and people began to shout ahead of him. Students surged toward his direction screaming their heads off. “They have killed him! They have killed him!!” That was all Deji could wait to hear from the fleeing crowd. He turned the way he had come and powered away. Using back street routes, he made his way to the house of their local friend who had housed them a few nights in the past.

University of Abuja
Candy sat in the front of the Toyota Camry, all smiles as Felix drove her through the university campus. The past few weeks had been pure bliss with Felix. Things had gone so well between them that her mother had figured out she was seeing a man. Her smiles when no one was around, were enough telltale signs that a man was in her life.

“I am a woman and I know that smile and glow on your face. Tell me Candy, who is the lucky man?” her mother had asked. “No! No! No! It is not what you think mommy,” Candy had protested, her voice full of trepidation. “It is certainly what I think. There is a man in your life. Who is he? I want all the gist,” her mother insisted, grabbing her by the hand she led her away to her bedroom. Candy was scared stiff, but the smile on her mother’s face made it hard for her to tell what she was up to. It seemed as though her mother had become someone else. Candy was shocked that she had not flared up in her usual rage and began cursing her.

In the bedroom, her mother sat down on the bed, tapped her right hand on the spot next to her and said, “Sit down here and tell me it all, baby girl.” Candy felt trapped, she knew there was no way she could lie her way out of this one, so she decided to come clean. “Okay mom, there is a man; but I swear he has not touched me. I am still a virgin, I swear.” Candy was clearly fighting back tears. “No! No! No baby! I am happy for you!!” she said, hugging Candy. With her bare hands, she wiped away the specks of tears on Candy’s face. Candy was stunned, she could not recognize her mother. It was as if she had gone through some character make-over.

“Are you for real mom?” Candy asked, looking nonplused.

Her mother winked at her and said in a whisper, “Guess how old I was when I kissed a man for the first time.” Candy scratched her head uncertainly and muttered, “twenty-five years.” Her mother drew closer, looked around the room as if to make sure no one else was listening and whispered, “I was just sixteen years,” and began to giggle mischievously. Candy was overwhelmed by the information her brand new mother had dropped on her. She slapped her on the shoulder and said, “And you have been forming all this while mom!! Na waa for you oh!” Still giggling, her mother raised her hand for a high-five and they clasped their hands in the air.

“Are you still the mother I know or is this your new ploy to get me to tell you what you think I am hiding from you. Right now, I can’t recognize you,” Candy said. “I was afraid I was losing you, I had to start taking a class on how to parent teenagers. How am I doing?” her mother asked. Candy sized her up a bit and then said, “Not badly. If you had been this way from the start, I would never had gone down to Lagos to look for a man.” The way her mother winced made Candy realize her words had hit home. “I am sorry baby. From now on, I will be your partner in crime and in good things.” Her mother hugged her again; and while she held Candy, she wiped away specks of tears in her eyes. She didn’t want Candy to see she was crying.

Breaking from the hug, she said, “You don’t have to tell me about your secret lover today, Candy. Take your time. When you feel ready to let me know about him, I will hear all you have to say.” She went to the wardrobe and returned with a pack of condoms. “I think you will be fine with this. No matter what he says, insist on using this, okay?” her mother said. “Are you telling me you want me to start having sex at seventeen, mom? What have they done to you in that parenting class? Seriously I am beginning to think I want my old mom back,” Candy said, looking worried. “I allowed fear to push me into using the wrong parenting method. I should have built friendship with you first. I should have been your confidant.”

“Okay, but what makes you think giving me a pack of condoms at seventeen is the right method?” “I want to know that even if you are doing it, you are safe from sexually transmitted infections and unwanted pregnancy.”

“Mom, your new method isn’t entirely great. I am still a virgin and hasn’t even kissed Felix…that is his name. I told him I will kill him if he dares to kiss me. I am doing all that because of you and what I know you will do if he kisses me and breaks the boundary…you know what I mean.” Her mother winked at her and asked, “So, do my old ways still have some benefits in them?” “Y-e-s. I think I want some elements of your Margaret Thatcher style back.”

“Since you want it back, I will go look for where I dumped it.” “Yes, bring it back…you were going to tell me more about your first kiss and…you know what. Can I hear it all now?” “No way! Since you want Margaret Thatcher back, you should know that Margaret Thatcher has never had sex before or ever kissed a man, she vomited all her children. In fact, I don’t even know what sex is. Tell me Candy, what is sex?” “No!! Mommy stop!” Her mother ran from the room and she went after her. Candy could not remember the last time they played that way.

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