TITLE: Nysc EPISODE: 13 AUTHOR: Mazi Omenuko I woke up weak and dizzy. I felt my body drenched in a liquid; its either I was sweating profusely, or water had been poured all over me. from the look of the water all over the floor where I lay, I could see that water was poured on me. I tried to move, but I realized I had been tied on a stake. I couldn’t move my hands or foot. I tried harder, but only felt the pains on my hips and arms grow more. I shut my eyes and blacked out again. When I woke up the second time, I was stretched on a wooden bench. I had regained a bit of energy on this second awakening. Still lying on the bench with hands tied together with an adhesive tape, I looked around the room. It looked like a storage room with goods parked inside bags stored up to the roof of the room. I was alone inside the room. I looked around the dim room. The only source of light came from a window which was partially covered with a curtain that looked like it had not been washed for decades. The floor was littered with pieces of paper escaping from the stacks inside the bag. A voice at one extreme of the room drew my attention. I looked towards the direction but could not see a face, the voice was that of someone answering a call. I listened hard to make out the conversation, but I couldn’t. all I could pick up was “yes”, “ok”, “now”, “no” and other short words and phrases. The call ended and the guy receiving the call walked out from the covers of the bags. I returned to my position, trying to pretend to be unconscious. “Stand up!” he commanded like he was aware I was peeping at him earlier. I gradually opened my eyes and fixed my gaze on the figure before me. it was the unmistakable face of the guy I had seen monitoring me both at the stadium and at the swimming pool. Who ever it was that abducted me got it all planned and perfectly executed. I sat on the bench and he got a seat and sat opposite me. he stood up almost immediately like he had forgotten something. He went towards the back of the storage room and disappeared. I wondered what he went to do. I tried freeing my hands but they were perfectly binded. This was not a hasty job as I realized. It had a professional touch. He returned with a loaf of bread and a bottle of pepsi and dropped them on my feet. He lighted a stick of cigarette as he sat on the seat opposite mine. I took a closer look at him. He was well dressed, had a nice shave and looked decent. He neatly folded his long sleeve shirt to rest at his elbows and his well knotted tie was sagging on his neck. He drew the cigarette and puffed its smoke on my face, exhaled deeply on the process. Then he relaxed fully on the chair. “The food is for you.” He said, pointing at the bread and soft drink. I smiled at him. For some strange reason, I was relaxed and had a little confidence. “This thing is not food.” I said. He looked up to me surprised, like he couldn’t believe I had the guts to utter such words. Then he leaned over to me and said. ‘What do you want to eat then?” I looked around the room like I was searching for the food inside the room. “Take me to a nice restaurant and I will make an order.” I said with a smile on my face. He nodded his head like he just unraveled a mystery. “What is your name?” he asked. “Danzel Washinghton.” I replied. He smiled and removed his wrist watch, refolding his sleeves which had started covering his arms once more. “you said your name is what.” “Washington Danze. . .” The thunderous slap that landed on my face sent me spiraling backwards and I fell off the bench. My teeth must have broken my chic where the slap landed as blood started coming out from my mouth. “Sit down!” he commanded with a thunderous voice. I sat up, moved towards the bench without looking at his face and sat down. “What is your name!” he asked emphatically. “Eddie Murphy.” I replied, moving backwards in reflex as I anticipated another slap. But none came. Instead, he laughed at me. “I like that guy, the nutty professor was my favorite.” He said and I looked up in dismay, surprised at the way he was discussing Murphy’s movies amidst the slap he just gave me. “Why don’t you want to eat your food?” he asked and I didn’t respond. He took the bread in one arm and lifted the pepsi bottle with another hand. I watched as he helped himself with the bread and pepsi, drawing his cigarette and pouring the smoke on my face afterwards. “This is the definition of balanced diet.” He said to me. I stared at him as he gulped the pepsi. He looked at me and asked if what he was saying was wrong. “I know what they taught you at school, balanced diet as being the food with all the vitamins and mineral.” He said. “Did you do sciences at school?” he asked and I nodded. “A balanced diet contains all the three states of matter; solid,” he said lifting the bread up, “liquid,” he said advancing the pepsi bottle forward, “and gas.” He said motioning at the burning stick of cigarette. I smiled at his analogy. When he saw me smiling, he took the last gulp from the bottle of pepsi, discarded the bread and shifted his seat closer to me. “Where do you work?” he asked. “mortuary attendant at Federal medical centre. . .” The next hit was at my nose. I saw the arms landing steadily towards me and I ducked, it managed to graze through me nose as tiny drops of blood gushed out. “Do you know I can kill you here and no one will ever know your way about?” he asked but I didn’t border answering him. He stood up, went to his suit which was hanging on the wall and brought out a gun; a pistol. He advanced forward and returned to the seat. I took a quick glance at the pistol, it wasn’t a local made pistol. I had seen so many locally made guns as the town I schooled in prided themselves as the best blacksmith in the country, and they produced all sorts of local guns. I can easily identify a local gun when I see one as they are common on the streets of Awka. What the man holding me hostage held in his hand was nothing close to a local gun. It was a brand new hand held revolver with stainless steel. My heart skipped a bit when he pointed the nozzle of the gun in the direction of my heart, resting it exactly a few centimeters from my left Tip. “Boom!” he exclaimed, raising the nozzle up. Then he moved it to my forehead, “Boom!” he said, repeating the same thing. It was obvious the guy was a pro and not a quack, neither was he a tout. He was a trained professional in whatever he is doing. His phone rang and he stood up to answer the call. As usual, there was nothing I could make out of his talk. It was the usual “yes,” “no”, “ok.” I let my mind drift away from the call and try to focus on the possible circumstance leading to my kidnap. Why was a professional sent after me? was this a mistake? Who did I infuriate so much that a well trained professional had been sent to kidnap me. There was just one person I could think of, one that I knew I had wronged, and who had the resources to carry out such a plot. The guy stood beside me, holding his phone on his hand, like he was expecting another call. My mind did a little calculation and i summarized that I knew who my abductor was. The etisalat manager. But all the assumptions were to be faulted; for when the phone of the guy standing beside me rang for the second time, he handed the phone to me. “She wants to speak with you.” Who the fvck is she! I exclaimed but the sight of those huge forceps that cracked my chic advancing towards me made me take the phone and listened to the voice on the other line. “hello?” It was unmistakable. . . It was clear and loud. . . It was the voice of Ms Enoh. . . Hearing her voice at the other end of the line, I got alarmed. “What do fvck is going on!” I screamed on the phone. I looked up to see the man glancing at me like he was getting ready to squeeze the life out of me should I throw any more insult. “listen to me. . .” said the voice over the phone. “There is no time, just do as they say. . .” “what do you mean! What the fvck is happening?” I screamed again but the man snatched the phone from me at once. I still overheard Ms Enoh saying some words but they remained inaudible as the man ended the call. Now what! The call did not answer my question as to who abducted me, rather, it created more questions in my heart. I was now certain that the etisalat manager had nothing to do with it. Or does he? Is it possible I was abducted and she was contacted for a ‘payback’ so that she could drop a ransom? Did that guy hanging at my hotel last night see us both together? Did he follow us to the suya spot? Many questions was rushing through my mind. My thought was distracted when the phone rang again. I listened hard as the man shifted to answer the call. This time around, I could make out words like Yes sir, not yet. Then he listened for a long time without uttering a word, turned and looked at my with phone still in his ear. His stare was fixed at me, like the sir at the other end just made an earth-shattering discovery. Yes sir, right away sir. He ended the call and advanced towards me. I ducked once more as his hands advanced towards me, but he didnt hit me. Instead, he reached for my pocket, forcing his hand in and forcing my wallet out. He opened it and viewed its content, concentrating on the identity card. Then he looked at me like he couldnt believe I was a corper. He picked his phone once more and dialed some number. he placed it on his ear and with my Id card in his hand, he walked away, to a spot where I couldnt make out any words. He returned few minutes later, still holding the gun and the phone. The words of Ms Enoh kept ringing in my ear. Why does she want me to do whatever I was asked to do? What does she think I would be asked to do? Move! He said, using the gun to motion towards the door. I moved and stood at the door as it was shut. Open it! He commanded again. I opened the door and was faced with an open space of underlying bush. I just discovered I was in the middle of no where. The house was apparently situated deep inside a secluded area with no other houses or neighbors within sight. Kneel. He said. I turned and he was already pointing the gun at me. I said kneel! He exclaimed. For the first time, fear gripped me. I started to shiver as goose bumps covered my arms. I tried to kneel but my shaky kneels made me to fall over. I managed to bend, awaiting the painful slice of hot lead into my body. The sound of the bullet was deafening. My ear drums echoed as it seemed particles were vibrating deep inside my brains. I waited for a few seconds, and when I couldnt feel any pain, I opened my eyes thinking I was dead already and the pains gone with my dead body. I was expecting to be received by angels at the gate of heaven. I expected to be taken to Abrahams bosoms where I will stay and overlook those suffering at hedges and begging me for a finger drop of water. Instead of seeing an angel when I opened my eyes, I saw the man tormenting me as he stood over me with a mischievous look on his face with the gun still in his hands and still pointing at my direction. The sound of the gun must have brought the attention of a second guy as a door was opened and he peeped in to see what was going on. They both spoke in a native language I didnt understand. After that, the second guy went outside, and moments later, I heard the sound of a car engine come to life. Its time. He said. He removed the straps on my hands and motioned me towards the second door, probably to the awaiting car outside. I moved towards the door, then stopped abruptly before opening the door. I turned and looked him in the face. Who are you guys and why am I being held here? What has ms enoh got to do with all these? I asked, honestly expecting an answer. The man looked at me like he was contemplating what to do with me. As he opened his mouth to talk, the car honked its horn loudly. He motioned me towards the door and we left the room. It was already evening outside. I suspected it would be close to 5pm. The car waiting outside was the same suv that I was abducted in. Its plate number was covered by a white leather beautifully cut to fit. The back door was already open and I hopped in. The man closed the door and entered the passengers seat as we drove off. We drove for 30 minutes to a destination I didnt know. We drove pasts shrubs, trees and scattered settlements. The car got to a point on the road and stopped. The driver bent a bit, pulled his hands underneath his seat and pulled out a long gun, turned and pointed its nozzle on my chest. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. If I got scared over a pistol, this brand new AK47 sub-machine gun sent the shivers over me. I looked in the direction of the man seated at the passengers seat but he wasnt interested in looking my direction. This driver looked mean and angry. I would have preferred the guy that had been slapping me around all day to this mean looking man with a gun on my chest. Now listen and listen carefully. He said, his hands firmly gripping the gun as he spoke. I prayed that the gun was on safety, least he mistakenly pulls the trigger and sends me to heaven. Stay away from enoh from now henceforth. I dont need to tell you what will happen to you if you are seen beside her. Things started adding up. The gun pointed in my chest was surely a government issued gun. The white suv with a fine leather piece covering its plate number was a government issued vehicle, and these guys are working for the government. Who else in government will have such an interest in shutting me out from Ms enoh other than the deputy governor. It made more sense when the Motorola radio walkie talkie hanging at a spot close to the car radio called on pilot 4 to report for duty. Leave! The guy said and I left the car hastily before he changes his mind. The man at the passengers seat threw out my wallet with my id card as they drove off and left me in the middle of nowhere. ___________________________________ I stood in the middle of nowhere, wondering what to do and where to go. I checked on my phone, it was dead; probably due to its battery that had not been charged. I didn’t know the direction to Lokoja from the place I was, but something tells me I wasn’t too far from it. I waved on buses and cars passing, but none stopped for me. for once, I regretted not wearing anything thing that identifies me as a corp member. I had the habit of not wearing any of the Nysc outfit. Some of my poly chics were already thinking I was a full time staff at the school, so I didn’t see any reason falling short of the standard. I only wore it during my cds and clearance. I waved the next car coming down my way and it sped past without stopping. The next was a bus, and when I told the driver I was going to idah, he looked at me like I didn’t know where I was going to. “you cant get a bus to idah from here, you have to get to Lokoja first.” I asked to join them to Lokoja and he agreed. From Lokoja, I got to the park and boarded a bus to idah. I was so tired as I sat inside the bus, waiting for it to get filled up. The pain in my cheek and arms had ceased. I felt much better and relaxed now. I had gone through a bitter ordeal and needed lots of rest. I slept off inside the bus. I woke up when the bus was almost at idah. I felt refreshed. I could then think about the ordeal I went through. It was no doubt the deputy governor. But something kept nagging in my mind; it was possible I was released because they discovered I was a corper and not the real threat posed by the guy working with Eco-bank. What would have happened to the guy if he was the one abducted? I was sure Ms Enoh did no inform him of her affair with the deputy governor. So it was possible that one of these days, the guy will be abducted too. I got to the park and took a byke to my hostel. I climbed upstairs and headed to my room. It was already late and I was seriously hungry. But I needed to shower and feel better before going out for dinner. After the shower, I dressed and left the room for the dinner. After the dinner, I returned to my room with a bottle of red wine to drink myself to sleep since I had exhausted the ones stocked in my fridge. Something caught my attention as I was about trying to unlock the door. It came from my neighbor’s room. It was the voice of Monica. She was obviously screaming angrily at someone. That someone was still at the room, trying out hush explanations. “gerroouuutt!!!!” she screamed on top of her voice. I listened again as a male’s voice was trying to offer an explanation. “I said, geeerrrooouuttt of my room!!!” “out!!” She kept shouting angrily. The door was open so I knocked and went in. sitting on the bed, sobbing bitterly was Monica, while a handsome looking dark skinned guy was standing opposite her, looking confused. He was trying to say something but it was obvious Monica wasn’t listening as she kept screaming, asking him to leave her room. I stood, not knowing what next to do. My first instinct was that the guy was her boyfriend, ken who she talks about each time. I decided to leave and let them sort themselves out as they were evidently having a misunderstanding. “ken, leave my room, now!” “please hear me out.” The ken wanted to explain but Monica was visibly furious. I had not seen her that way before. The morning she almost attacked Hilary made me realize she could be temperamental, but seeing her like this made me have a feeling she would stab the guy if she had a knife within her reach. “please, just go, you can return another time.” I said calmly to ken. He looked at me and tried to explain something to me. I didn’t want to hear whatever it was that was causing quarrel between the both. “just come back tomorrow morning, maybe she will feel better afterwards and listen to you.” I said to him. “gerroouuuttttttt!!! And never come back here again!” Monica yelled at him, as if to concur with what I said. He looked defeated, then he moved to the door and left. I stood for a few minutes, not knowing exactly what to do after he had left. I still had the bottle of red wine I bought in my hands, and the only thing in my mind was to go to my room, drown myself with the wine and sleep off. I decided to go back to my room but the sobs from monica increased tremendously. She was crying as tears poured down freely from her eyes and wet the pillows she hugged. I advanced to where she sat on the bed and sat close to her. I watched as she cried and I felt for her. her tears touched my heart and I was moved with compassion to console her. I gently moved the pillow away from her, brought her close and made her lean on me. she buried her head on my shoulders and started sobbing like a kid. I gave her my hankie and she used it in removing catarrh from her nose. “how could he do this?” she said in between her sobs. “I trusted him.” She said. “its ok.” I said, caressing her back as she leaned on my shoulders. “its ok.” I said to her. After some minutes, she seemed to have taken a hold of herself. Her eyes was swollen and reddish. She still held me tight as we sat together on the bed. I gently rubbed her back, extending my hands towards her lower back, ribs and tommy. I felt her breathing increase a bit as she exhaled deeply. “thanks for coming to my rescue.” She finally said as she lifted her head from my shoulders. “where is your roommie?” I asked. She travelled. She was supposed to return this evening but she said she will comeback early tomorrow morning.” I tried to engage her in small talks to take her mind off whatever it was that happened between her and her beloved ken. I felt discussing it with her at this point will open the wound again and she may start sobbing over again. But my efforts to keep her hearts out of the matter was unyielding as she picked on the topic once more. “how could he?” she said, almost with tears in her eyes. “after everything we’ve been through together!” she exclaimed. I wish I had the answers to her question, I wished I could make her stop the crying, I wanted to remove the pains in her heart. How else was I going to remove the pains in her heart. Her heart was so heavy as she started crying again. I brought her close once more and she hugged me tight. My hand found its way on her back once more, and as I caressed her back, she looked up to me, placing her lips close to mine. I bent a bit and our lips touched. The touch must have ignited a spark in us . we started kissing passionately, sucking on each others tongue like our life depended on it. All of a sudden, our hands were busy, tearing on each other’s clothes. I was leading the way and she was following swiftly. I moved her clothes and helped her remove mine as we kissed on each other’s exposed flesh; lips, forhead, throat, chest. When I finally let loose the bra, I moved for her br’eas’t and sucked at them. She held my head, pressing it against her br;eas.t as she threw her head backwards in reckless abandon. She moaned softly as I sucked her nippples, kissing her tommy, throat and thighs. She moved her hand expertly on my shorts, stroking mydikkk which was already hard and full of anticipation. I removed her pants and perceived the sweet womanly smell of wetness dripping from between her legs. I moved my mouth upwards again to her brea’st, sucking and teasing them with my tongue, while I caressed her laps. She was filled with hunger as I observed her hips movement. She was moaning softly, and tugging on my dikkk, indicating she was ripe for the plucking. I reached for my condom, tore it open and wore it. I patted her legs, moved my hips towards her widely spread legs. I guided the tip of my dick expertly into her wet veegee and thumped into her, pausing a bit to savor the sudden warmth that had enveloped my dikkk before banging away. As I banged her, she spread her legs wider, moving her hips in rhythm and raising it up a bit to receive my thrust. Her moans enveloped the room, bouncing off the walls and reverberating systematically. I moved one of her legs upwards, resting it on my shoulder as I banged her. with each thrust, I lifted the leg I was holding a bit up and towards me, making provision for her c’unt to wrap fully on my dikk, and indirectly hitting her a’rs’’e with my laps as I thumped her on the process. this did the trick as she started throbbing and moaning out loudly. I felt her veegee muscles yank and contract as she clim.axed fully. I held her steadily, as I maintained my thumping deeply into her contracting muscle, making her or.ga.sm a memorable one as she screamed and moaned loudly. . . “ohhh my goshhh. . .” I let go the leg I held, moved sideways and held the second leg resting on my arms as I fvcked her from the sideways. She held on the wall firmly as I thumped her veegee. I held her ar’se, patting it slightly as I thumped into her. she extended her leg and rested it on the wall, providing more space for my dkk to rock her veegee. When she clim.axed the second time, I felt her body go into spasm as I held her bre’east in my arms and thumped her. she pressed the hand holding her br’east firmly against her br’eas’t as she spoke in some language I couldn’t understand. When the excitement was uncontrollable, I let loose and thumped her ferociously until I came. We both sprawled na.ke.d on the bed and slept of, my used condom beside my unopened bottle of red wine. _______________________ Such was the position we were in the morning when the door opened and ken and the room mate, kehinde opened the door and walked in on us. All hell was let lose. . .
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