DOGGEREL Arome Attah, the self-styled Prince of the Niger, was every womans desire of an ideal man, exceptionally tall and muscular, anthill-coloured with an oval face and attractive spark in both eyes. The dimple on his left cheek and gap in his upper teeth when he smiled broadly had an uncanny way of breaking the most impregnable defences in every hard woman. The way his neck was always imprisoned with a gold-chain of an anchor pendant had a way of endearing any woman to him. Even the Queen of England, before the twilight of her reign, would have missed a step or two if Arome had stared at her before coronation. The experience was indeed an epitome of dreamland phantasmagoria for Ojoma Opaluwa who, right from their school days, was fond of flaunting her unique treasure of a prince before her envy-stricken friends and contemporaries. She knew the night with him at her place before his trip to Lagos the next day would be one in a million. And as expected, he gave her the erotic satisfaction of her wildest dreams. Her original intention was to give him two million naira for a start in his proposed business deal, but she gave him four million after that night. After dialing him three times consecutively, she decided to try one more time: The number youre trying to call does not exist on the MTN Network! Ojoma was taken aback by the unexpectedness of the response she got when she tried reaching Attah for the fourth time to know if his trip was successful. But...bbbbbut I spoke with him just yesterday. She thought to herself. What could be wrong? She was still fitgeting and wondering when she recognised the hand-writing on the piece of paper on her dressing mirror. Like a dehydrated nomad sighting an oasis from a distance in the scourching above-sixty-degrees heat of the Sahara, Ojoma rushed to see what could be written that couldnt be spoken. Her guardian angel must have been really close by when she fell with a thud. Her head narrowly missed the sharp edge of her wooden bed. It surely would have been fatal if that had happened. Atule her kid sister who was glued to the television screen in the parlour had returned to spend the weekend at her sisters as usual and had heard the unusual sound. Instinctively, she ran towards the bedroom direction. The sight of Ojoma awed her. She quickly called Omale the gateman using the intercom by the bed side so that together they could rush her to the hospital. While Atule was waiting for Omale, she too saw the note Arome had written. But for the will to pull herself together, Omale the gateman would have been left with the choice to decide how best to help both women on the floor...
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 20:45:57 +0000
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