[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

8 years ago

[Story] Love, Lust And Lost

“My mummy o! Arh! I’m dead!!!”

Mariam exclaimed as she throat-sobbed, kept silent for a moment. Her heart were so much racing as though they had to meet-up with a hospital deadline of pumping blood into her heart.

As she tried to inhale or take back the mucus that zigzag down her nostrils – finding a road to her mouth, she swallowed it. Then tears appeared through the side of her eyes. They formed another new path, as the old ones they took before had been dried, about two.

As they strolled down, they concoct with sweats and mucus and straight, some went into her mouth again through the side while others find their way down and hung beneath her jaw – waiting to fill a little and then drop-off.

The once humoured Mariam had suddenly become so frightened, no signs of those jokes she tried to talk to her friends with – were on her face. They had left her, betrayed her so much in this time of grief.

Fatimah had also kept mute for some seconds to think. She had heard many evil things about kidnappers. How they would starve someone to death. How they would feed people without nutritious meals. She exclaimed in her mind “I don’t want to be starved or given such food.”

She was engaged in thoughts afterwards she had sobbed. She remembered also, how people had said they usually sell kidnapped victims to `ritualist.’ Arh, Allah!!! She sobbed, so this is how I would end my life. What if they decided To Molest us? She thought and wanted to say it out to Mariam’s ears but she couldn’t, she broke down and started weeping again – which also reinforced (`gingered’) Mariam’s grief.

They were both virgins and had promised Allah they would remain so till they got married. They had frequently heard about keeping ones dignity at Mosque, quran classes. They heard, many respects were attached to it and one would be free from the wrath of Allah, so long one didn’t go against that practice.

It was expected of them to avoid all occasions that might lead or trap them into losing their virginity. Most of it was for them to dress properly and not as all those Christians friends they kept would dress, revealing their bodies.

They’ve heard their Imam preached so much, Christians were mostly the example that were used. Yet, Fatimah didn’t understand why it should be so. Can’t they just keep out of using this people? At least, Allah didn’t say you should castigate or judge others.

She had most times, rebuked such defarmation of personality/religion. She herself had fallen in love with Clinton, a Christian.
Notwithstanding, they (Fatimah and her friends) usually put on their `Hijabs’ wherever they went.

“If I had known, I should have listened to my parents and got married when I finished my Junior School,” Fatimah wept.

Her words weren’t that clear, it was only Mariam that could hear her.
She heard her clearly and once again, she became emotional and was only able to speak when she had got hold of herself.

“Fatimah, please don’t tell me we are having the same thought!” Mariam’s hands that rested on the windscreen slid down a little and sweats followed their trails.

Her uniforms was so soaked now but not as Fatimah’s. Fatimah’s sweat-glands were more active than Mariam’s.
May be because Fatimah on her part was light and fair in complexion, soft skin. You couldn’t hold her hands for just few seconds before you would feel them wet, as though you had dug them into a bowl of water.

But there was often times some coldness in it that got you so much attached to her beauty. She was a river goddess.

“I hope it’s not rape? Arh, Allahu!!! My Iman, do not put me to shame.”

Iman in Islamic theology denotes a believer’s faith in the metaphysical aspects of Islam. Its most simple definition is the belief in the six articles of faith, known as ark?n al-?m?n.

The term Iman has been delineated in both the Quran as well as the Hadith of Gabriel. According to the Quran, Iman must be accompanied by righteous deeds (perfection or excellence) and the two together are necessary for entry into Paradise. Keeping virginity till marriage was also sub-requirement for females.

Fatimah within a split seconds of hearing Mariam say the exact thing she had thought, went on her butt0ckz. Her legs were folded sideways. When her skirt moved, it left some wet patches on the ply-wood.

The driver who was also the hooligan that had kidnapped them was now alert someone was in his pursuit. He saw the bike through the side mirror – racing towards him. There was still much distance between them, yet he couldn’t stop checking, glancing into the mirror.

He peered backwards sharply to know may be Fatimah and Mariam were still there and face forward again. He thought about what he was going to do to the girls. He hadn’t come to really kidnap them but events had played well in his mind and he took advantage of it. Someone who is idle would surely be led into one bad thought or the other.

He had decided unwillingly to just go away with the girls. Surely, he was going to find what to do with them when he consults one of his friends.

Then with differing thought, something went to his head at once and his brain responded to it. His nervous system seemed to have transmitted them to where it was required in the body. His bloods ran through his veins like water would run through a pipe – and his pen1s responded to mere thought stimuli.

Wow! He had thought about bleeping these `smallies’ as he often called the girls of their age he had many romantic affairs with at the garage. They were girls who had ran out of home or one or two circumstances had led them to start a rugged life in the garage.

“And all these kind `smallies’ dey sweet o!!!” He thought.

His face was starting to receive joy that had once departed him when he saw the bike at first, yet his mind was focused on his driving.

“Their yansh dey always tight wella,” he savoured the unseen and his joy-stick glorified itself in his boxers as he moved thighs to allow it pluck out the boxers he was on, right into the jean trousers.

When he shook his head in excitement, then it struck him, he didn’t know the area he was driving at. He hope he wouldn’t get to the end of the road, as he increased gear.

To Be Continued…