Must Read: Choice & Consequence - Season 1 - Episode 6

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Must Read: Choice & Consequence - Season 1 - Episode 6

Petra was in my room as usual the following week. ”So what is the attitude for?” she asked placing her arm on her hips.

”You amaze me, you have the guts to act in that manner after what you did ehn? After all you put me through. I had a sleepless night and I could not reach you for the next few days. Have you no shame?” I replied hotly.

”No shame? You make me laugh please. I promised you nothing. You are the one who ought to be filled with shame. You are the one with the everlasting girlfriend abi fiancé? How dare you cast aspersions on my character?
”Yeah, I have a girlfriend but I never hid that from you. I never lied or pretended to be something else.”

”Oh please, don’t get so hot under the collar. You didn’t meet me as a coy virgin under the covers did you? What did you expect? I never pretended to be Mother Theresa! Be honest, if I told you I didn’t have a boyfriend, would you not find that laughable?”
I shook my head in disbelief. ”Do you call that a boyfriend or sugar daddy? You cheap w hore, shameless runs girl, certified citizen of a cathouse!” I said moving closer to her. I was burning with rage and jealousy. I gave her a slap on her cheek and she returned the favour with a resounding slap that stung and called out to my inner core. I could not remember the last time I was slapped. I saw her clenching and unclenching her fist as though she was in pain. A thousand thoughts were running through my head and my temple was throbbing. She was right, she never promised me anything and in actual fact, she never lied to me. All she did was skilfully avoid my questions and hide things from me! Finally she was the first to break the silence.

”What are we fighting for? If you didn’t know now you know. I made no demands of you and I ask that you do the same. You have your life and so do I. I ask no questions and so should you. Can we call a truce? Happy?”
I stared at her feeling utterly disgusted. It seemed like a good preposition but I didn’t like to be caught unawares – no man wanted this. It is a well known fact that men think differently from women. No man liked to think he was in competition with another for we are territorial by nature. Hell she meant nothing to me, this was not Abike. However, it hurt to think I was being played like a fiddle.


She was watching me closely like a cat monitoring a rat.

”I can’t believe we are having a row over this. Can we just move on?” She asked reaching out for my hand. I clenched my fist but she persisted then slowly I relaxed but I was not done with her yet. She had to be punished for what she did to me. She threw her hands around my neck and I felt my temperature rise, as I saw the gold bracelet on her wrist.
”Are you still angry?” She asked smiling. ”I didn’t realise you were this jealous Fred.”
I hated this new pet name she loved to call me and of course, I was still mad at her. Even though she was a ‘fuc k mate’ she wasMINE!
I held the back of her neck and pushed her head towards mine. Then I kissed her fiercely.

It was long and demanding. A low groan escaped from her throat but it was one of pain not of pleasure. I bit her hard until I could taste blood but I didn’t care.

”You hurt me.” She said quietly wiping her lips with the back of her hand. ”Did that make you feel any better?”
”No” I replied as I began to unbuckle my belt.

She stared at me straight in the eye and I believe she knew what was coming her way.

Her hair was a mess, her blouse was rumpled and I could see she was breathing hard.

”Take off your jeans and get on all fours” I said quietly and she complied.

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I was at Couldson and Watson Pension & Administrative firm. It was my first and only interview I was going to attend and already it was looking good. Even though Charles had downplayed everything about the interview, I was leaving no stone unturned. I had done my homework and had everything thing down to a T. However, I must confess I was slightly surprised at the ease at which the interview was going.

”So when can you start?” the woman asked me. She was fat and clearly bored with the whole charade. She wore a navy blue suit with a gold choker like the type worn at owambe. I didn’t think it was befitting but that was not my concern. Her face was devoid of every form of makeup and she was on ‘table top’.I mean who still dey barb table top for this life when we dey? On top say you be woman – you must be a husband beater or something else along that line!I opened my mouth in mild surprise but there was no playing around with this woman.

”Come on now Mr Oki, you knew it was going to go like this, didn’t you? How many applicants did you meet at reception?”
I smiled but said nothing. I didn’t owe her an explanation or apology. This was Nigeria and I had suffered enough. I had been to numerous interviews and had my fair share of rejection spurred on by the ‘who know man’ syndrome. I had paid my dues and no one was going to make me feel sad or sorry – not even my pastor who had a knack for preaching on corrupt practices!

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It was two months before passing out parade and today I was in Petra’s room massaging her feet. Her long legs seemed to extend forever but right now it was nothing sexual. She had been complaining about a small ache on her feet Her head was at the head of the bed while her feet was propped up on my lap.


”Ouch is that how you massage?” She asked pushing my hands away. I tried to work my magic again, this time applying less pressure and working in small circles.

”Ahh better, that feels good. Yes, right there at that spot.” Soon I was beginning to nurse some funny ideas.Petra nor kill me for my mama o! Na me be first born.I kept working on her toes and slowly made my way along her long legs to her knee, lap and soon enough, my hand disappeared under her wrapper. She held my gaze and would occasionally let out a low sound. She was such a nasty girl and I loved the way she starred at me. I was going crazy already and I pushed the wrapper aside exposing her p@anties. I slid my hand under the last barrier and felt the smooth surface.Yep, babe was clean shaven down there, just the way I liked it.


Suddenly the door was forcefully pushed open and we stood up with a start. It was Abike and she was leaving no prisoners – I could feel my life caving in. She clapped her hands like a thoroughly satisfied moviegoer ”so it is true, is this the reason you didn’t want me to visit?” she asked pointing at Petra.
”Calm down, I can explain this.” i said in a voice i could barely recognize as mine.
”Sure you can, you have the rest of your life to explain your shameful actions. You always had a reason why I could not visit and now it has been confirmed.”
”And who is this?” Petra asked getting up from the bed. Her white p@nty was clearly visible and she was searching furiously for something while looking up from time to time. ”Fred, please throw that wrapper” she said pointing at the floor.


”Hey, hey, hey come and see drama” Abike clapped her hands yelling at the top of her lungs. She raised the curtain exposing the room and the small crowd standing outside began to swell.
”Fred, please take your drama outside” Petra whispered fiercely. She was pointing towards her door but Abike had spread her legs apart squaring for a fight. She put her hands on her waist and shouted ”Go where? We are fighting this battle here. I have been hearing about your escapades and I have seen with my two eyes today.” She pointed at her eyes and promptly replaced the hand on her waist.See drama. Father God help me and I will avoid women wahala for the rest of my life.
” Fred, I said get her out!” Petra screamed finally losing control.
”Fred ke? Is that your name now? What happened to all the promise you made before you set off on your doomed journey?” Abike asked.
I got up quickly and bent down to pick my trouser when a large object flew in Petra’s direction. I was stunned; the trouser dropped from my hand when I realized it was a ‘flying Abike’. She was punching Petra and screaming at the top of her voice.