Oga Martins - Season 2 - Episode 3

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Oga Martins - Season 2 - Episode 3

TEASER: It appears Martins is yet to come to terms with reality or how do you explain this new vocation of his? why does his mind keeps drifting into his past? Will he ever let go of his inner demons before it becomes his greatest undoing?

A man without the urge to survive is on a fast lane to the cemetery; a slow death is imminent. We are all products or manifestations of our actions and in actions, experiences, mind plays and thought process. No man was born a failure neither were some born successes, we all attempt to carve a niche for ourselves regardless of the shortcomings of our forefathers. However there are some who are not so fortunate, those whose early days and struggles have been pre-determined. Akon was such person.
Two hours after she made her ill-planned entry into mother earth, even as a tabula rasa Akon already had the premonition it was going to be a stormy ride. The first home she knew, asides her helpless and demented teenage mother’s womb was a dump-site in Adamawa State. She spent her later days in an orphanage in Mubi until she had to flee in the company of some women when that place was ran over by the misguided blood thirsty Boko haram terrorist group. After years of lack, abuse, depression and every unimaginable mishap that can befall a lonely orphaned teenager, she finally made her way to the centre of excellence. She was guided through her new phase of life in lasgidi by her b---m friend and classmate Comfort who was then living with her wealthy uncle at lekki, until she was thrown out of the house by the wife who had become uncomfortable with her presence.


Akon got a housekeeping job that ensured she completed her secondary school education that had gone on a-year hiatus after she was displaced from the orphanage- the only place that gave her succour. However Akon knew she needed to go the extra mile to survive life in a harsh terrain such as lasgidi. Though she had completed her secondary school education, Akon was too intelligent and ambitious to settle for an ordinary senior secondry school leaving certificate. She was born to survive…she was a survivor! And survive she would. She had to stoop low to conquer! Even if that low meant dehumanization. After all the men had been taking her to bed forcefully, in fact they didn’t have to be in bed to take her. She had been getting attention from men since her 11th birthday and ever since the attention has not dwindled one bit. It has gotten worse by the years. So when she thought of survival only one thing came to mind. Getting paid by the high and mighty in the society to do the only thing men wanted her for. She had the connections and growing up way too fast was an extra edge in her curriculum vitae. She only needed to do it for a while till her fortunes change, so she thought.


She had left Baba Landlord’s house when she gained admission to study Law a year ago. Now Akon was in her 2nd year in the University of Lagos and she was only 20, though she looked older than her age. Deji had secretly been on her case since their paths crossed. Though Akon was no sU-Cker for guys except she stood to gain lot from that guy, she liked Deji to some degree. That notwithstanding she wanted him to break a sweat for as long as possible to be worth her commitment. Moreover she was not yet ready to let any guy in on her other life.


Here she was in Deji’s cozy bedroom lying in his king-sized bed. Everything was still a surprise to her. Deji’s new status was somewhat the reason she agreed to date him. However after just two weeks into their relationship she had started imagining spending the rest of her life with him. For the first time in her life she was encountering a guy that could make her part with her old ways, burn bridges then turn a new leaf.
Akon’s attention switched from the ceiling to the bedside on her immediate right. Deji had just completed his morning devotion. Akon wondered how he could still maintain a relationship with God whilst he wallowed in sin
“These Christians sef! “She thought aloud.
Deji got up from his side of the bed in an attempt to leave the room

“Dude, where are you going?” Akon quipped

“Want to check up on my friend, we’ve got some unfinished business from last night”.

Akon appears to be displeased
“Haba! Stay with me a while naw”, she pleaded. “I’m sure he’s still having breakfast or probably lost in thought”
“I will be with you soon dear….just a couple of minutes”, Deji is not fazed.


He walks out of the room with calculated strides as he makes his way to the dinning. He walks into the dinning to find Martins staring aloofly into space.Martins! Martins!! Martins!!!
Martins is startled as what sounded like off-beat unsynchronized bellows instantaneously snaps his mind out of oblivion.


“What! Why are you screaming my name like we are in a shrine?”, Martins yells disquietly


Deji is taken aback at Martins’ rejoinder
“What’s wrong with you?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong with me?” Martins retorts

Deji is slightly shocked by Martins’ response“Why are you getting worked up already?”


“Martins, do you know how long I’ve been standing here? When did you start partaking in soul travel?”


“Soul travel huh? Deji, between you and I who stands more risk of converting to an Eckist? The boyfriend of an Eckist or the friend to the boyfriend of an eckist?” Martins queried


“Hey dude! do you have to bring Akon into this?”

He draws close to him and gives his shoulder a nudge.


“I was only trying to calm your strained nerves. Why do you have a veil of wrinkles on your countenance?”, Deji asked sarcastically
“Deji don’t attempt to confuse me with words, you know I’m still at a loss here…you don’t tell me anything anymore. I thought we were friends?”

“I thought so too” Deji replied carelessly
“What do you mean you thought so too?” Martins demanded.


“Martins, when were you going to tell me about Aisha?” Deji asked softly
Deji! Like seriously? This is about Aisha? Martins asked disappointedly
Deji smiles sheepishly, having realized his faux pas. He tries to redeem his image
Got you there!….Of course it’s not, just pulling your legs as usual
Martins ignores him.


“Deji! Where in the world did you and Akon collide? What’s going on here?” Martins is distraught

The tone of his voice relays slight uneasiness as he speaks…


“First it was the house, now its Akon. Deji, do I really know who you are? Is there something I’m missing? All those times you go for days only to show up out of the blues”.

“Deji the drone! Deji Omoakin! Martins hails him with a tinge of sarcasm.

What else don’t I know about you?”, he inquired


The last time Martins addressed Deji in a manner that should mundanely drum up worries was in their final days at the Polytechnic in Ibadan when Aisha parted ways with Deji.

“Enough of the preambles Martins, I know where this is going? So no further dilly dallying.”


“The house? How I came about it?” he addressed Martins with intent.
Martins nods his head

“You remember the hit at Zenith last month?”

“You mean the Robbery incident?”
“Yes.”


“What about it?”, Martins asked curiously
“I dey the set-up, na me promote the cause. Na your guy Deji arrange the matter”
“I don’t get you Deji. As in…you were the informant or you supplied arms for the operation?”

“No sir!”, Deji cuts in.
“I was a part of the robbery”
Martins skin suddenly went pale like an aspen leaf lost in the harmattan wind. He looked as frightened as a child who had just been caught by the boogey man
Holy Moses!

The Brouhaha continues