CredoWriters:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen
CredoLadies with Sabella
SHOOT THAT RAPIST OFF THE STAGE
It was a bit difficult placing the face but I had a deep conviction and I was so certain I once had an encounter with this handsome gentleman who just climbed the stage. I raked my brains yet I couldn’t easily figure out where or when our even how? It was becoming a bit distracting; I had to excuse myself and headed for the ladies. As I was making my way to the left end where the conveniences are located, his strong voice echoed from the microphone.
Dennis is a very busy world class public speaker, according to my colleagues at the Events department; it took them months to get him booked for this day. My employer is a new consultancy firm with a focus on Life Coaching. Enough of HIV/AIDS prevention, Malaria control, fights against terrorism and even financial freedom. We believed that a lot of these issues can be addressed through personal development. Our goal therefore is to go beyond the immediate causes of various challenges bedeviling the ordinary Africans and look at some psychological/hitherto unthought-of issues. In life coaching we are aiming to build a total person from pre- conception to death.
Among the few Africans who are authorities in this field was Dennis who took an early dive to build a career and we believed that it will be easier to drive home the points if we brought in a black speaker of international repute rather than an expatriate. As I splash the water from the tap on my face, the memories came in a speed. That must be him, my rapist of six years ago. I went back years ago to that incident; my legs became so weak they started shaking and my blood pumped at a faster rate.
I was in my final year in secondary school when it happened. I attended an all girls’ school which legend had that the students were known for luring men into secret locations and taking turn to have sex with them. It was said that some victims died in the process, I can’t tell how true or if they were just exhausted from satisfying the lust of a queue of secondary school girls. This we were told happened a very long time ago, more than 20 years before we came in but the reputation has stuck with us.
On the day of the school’s inter house sport in our final year; many other schools as usual were invited. Dennis came from one of the boy’s school in a town away from where our school was located. They have heard about the tales of our school and came with the hope of meeting girls who raped boys. This set of boys jumped over the hostel wall into our dormitory. It was their expectation based on what they have heard that they would meet girls who will force them into intercourse and they came ready for us. Unfortunately for them we were not born when this took place and now we stood mercilessly threatened by a colony of sex adventurers. We didn’t know what to do and as I turned to shout for help I saw this tall boy with adorable eyes and full rounded lips. His eyes seemed to violate the deepest of my reach and my thighs parted without a word from him or a step. His masculinity stood at a meter away and raped me until my legs quivered .This all happened in less than sixty seconds and I saw myself subconsciously panting in his arms. Suddenly I recovered my voice and shouted as if anyone was near to come to my help, before I could finish shouting he had jumped across the fence as we all shouted and they ran away. Poor boys who never knew we were naïve and innocent girls who are a new generation of students.
Now after all these years, they feelings I imagined on that fateful day were resurrected as I stood there numb. I could hear loud voice over the microphone pouring into where I was. I found my way back to my seat to admire this handsome and grown man who as a teenager roused a mixture of fear and ecstasy in me six years ago, whose looks only raped me even without laying a finger on me. Now I have to play my cards and get to this rapist who is raping my heart and when I eventually do, oh what a sweet revenge! I will finally melt into his arms, kiss his sweet lips and beg him to love me. I can not wait to shoot that rapist off the stage into my life.
SamuelStephenWakdok 24062011
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
I NEED A DIVORCE ;BEFORE HE KILLS ME---
CredoWriters:WakdokSamuelStephen
CredoLadies with Sabella
I NEED A DIVORCE ;BEFORE HE KILLS ME---
I first saw Jude in my third year at the university; He was involved in the logistics planning for a beauty contest which I won. As the Miss Campus I had the attention of all the men within and outside the school. Jude of course only had a diploma, he couldn't further his education because of his family's economic condition.
His dad was a retiree who worked with the Nigerian Railway Corporation for 25 years before their were laid off, and pensions where owed these old people at time running beyond 6 months.
He was a nice looking guy, but I was so much enthralled by my euphoria of beauty and the fact that I was almost a graduate and will not want to date any one who is not a graduate or established. I dated a few guys in and out of school and all the guys I met spoilt me with cash. Was not particularly the wild type but once in a while I loved to catch my fun and I did that with distinctions.
I went on to win the Miss Camp during my NYSC orientation camp at Yenegoa and I was posted to serve with an oil servicing firm. I met some top guys who moved and shaked things, I frequently traveled with them on official assignments. It was during one of such trips that I met with Jude again after loosing contact way back. Jude apparently was now working with an airline as a marketing executive and I could see that he has taken good care of himself. I had a lot of proposals from my high fliers who saw me as a beauty queen and most of them had enough cash to throw at me. We exchanged cards with Jude and parted ways since I was in the company of one of my bosses. I did not hear from Jude again until after three months when I just got a message asking me if he could come and see me over the weekend.
I did not know what to do, I just replied him yes, at least not to sound repelling. Jude came but never asked to enter, he asked me to go in and change then he took me to a stadium to watch a local match. How could he think I was a football fan, and a local club for that matter. Yet the experience was so good that I wanted to come back again, it was such a refreshing time. He dropped me off after a casual drink and that was how once in a while we got to hook up for a club march or and drink.
He never bothered to ask me out until four months later, by then we had naturally become so attached to each other. After my service year I picked up an offer as a marketing officer with a new generation bank. I came to see a different world entirely. The pressure of the work makes the life so tough.
Jude proposed and I consented, the wedding was simple but with a class I can't define myself. Jude has become so much polished for someone of his academic background. My work took much of my time but he so understood. I imagined having a husband as demanding as my job, I would have collapsed. Jude does not mind if I am so tired to wake up and fix his bathing water in the morning. He does not mind fixing us dinner if he comes home before me. His family is so adorable and he is doing well in his career. We pooled some resources and set up a corporate outfit for Jude to manage. Since he has experience in logistics and marketing we agreed that I remain in my bank employment for a while so that we do not risk both sources of fixed income.
Jude has been so loving and patient with me, he trusts me despite several advances from men, once a between queen always a beauty queen I guess. He told me he is not suffering from insecurity and he knows I am also trustworthy. In bed, Jude is another thing entirely. He knows when I need it hot or cold, he knows when to be a lamb or when to be a lion. He can make me come over and over again; I had to ask him where he learnt his act of love making from. Love making with Jude is not just an act but an art, daily he comes up with something new and enticing. I am even scared of telling my female friends how royal my husband is in bed, for fear of any of them making moves to tempt him behind me.
Jude is presently pursuing an online MBA in Marketing from Oxford University, but he has a PhD in loving his wife, that is me. I just thank my stars I didn't loose Jude because of my stupidity that I was more educated. Now I need a divorce before Jude, my Husband kills me with love. I am enjoying every bit of it and I do not mind dying a thousand times if that is what his love is.
SamuelStephenWakdok21062011
CredoLadies with Sabella
I NEED A DIVORCE ;BEFORE HE KILLS ME---
I first saw Jude in my third year at the university; He was involved in the logistics planning for a beauty contest which I won. As the Miss Campus I had the attention of all the men within and outside the school. Jude of course only had a diploma, he couldn't further his education because of his family's economic condition.
His dad was a retiree who worked with the Nigerian Railway Corporation for 25 years before their were laid off, and pensions where owed these old people at time running beyond 6 months.
He was a nice looking guy, but I was so much enthralled by my euphoria of beauty and the fact that I was almost a graduate and will not want to date any one who is not a graduate or established. I dated a few guys in and out of school and all the guys I met spoilt me with cash. Was not particularly the wild type but once in a while I loved to catch my fun and I did that with distinctions.
I went on to win the Miss Camp during my NYSC orientation camp at Yenegoa and I was posted to serve with an oil servicing firm. I met some top guys who moved and shaked things, I frequently traveled with them on official assignments. It was during one of such trips that I met with Jude again after loosing contact way back. Jude apparently was now working with an airline as a marketing executive and I could see that he has taken good care of himself. I had a lot of proposals from my high fliers who saw me as a beauty queen and most of them had enough cash to throw at me. We exchanged cards with Jude and parted ways since I was in the company of one of my bosses. I did not hear from Jude again until after three months when I just got a message asking me if he could come and see me over the weekend.
I did not know what to do, I just replied him yes, at least not to sound repelling. Jude came but never asked to enter, he asked me to go in and change then he took me to a stadium to watch a local match. How could he think I was a football fan, and a local club for that matter. Yet the experience was so good that I wanted to come back again, it was such a refreshing time. He dropped me off after a casual drink and that was how once in a while we got to hook up for a club march or and drink.
He never bothered to ask me out until four months later, by then we had naturally become so attached to each other. After my service year I picked up an offer as a marketing officer with a new generation bank. I came to see a different world entirely. The pressure of the work makes the life so tough.
Jude proposed and I consented, the wedding was simple but with a class I can't define myself. Jude has become so much polished for someone of his academic background. My work took much of my time but he so understood. I imagined having a husband as demanding as my job, I would have collapsed. Jude does not mind if I am so tired to wake up and fix his bathing water in the morning. He does not mind fixing us dinner if he comes home before me. His family is so adorable and he is doing well in his career. We pooled some resources and set up a corporate outfit for Jude to manage. Since he has experience in logistics and marketing we agreed that I remain in my bank employment for a while so that we do not risk both sources of fixed income.
Jude has been so loving and patient with me, he trusts me despite several advances from men, once a between queen always a beauty queen I guess. He told me he is not suffering from insecurity and he knows I am also trustworthy. In bed, Jude is another thing entirely. He knows when I need it hot or cold, he knows when to be a lamb or when to be a lion. He can make me come over and over again; I had to ask him where he learnt his act of love making from. Love making with Jude is not just an act but an art, daily he comes up with something new and enticing. I am even scared of telling my female friends how royal my husband is in bed, for fear of any of them making moves to tempt him behind me.
Jude is presently pursuing an online MBA in Marketing from Oxford University, but he has a PhD in loving his wife, that is me. I just thank my stars I didn't loose Jude because of my stupidity that I was more educated. Now I need a divorce before Jude, my Husband kills me with love. I am enjoying every bit of it and I do not mind dying a thousand times if that is what his love is.
SamuelStephenWakdok21062011
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