Under the almond tree, Rambo who worked for Alhaji stood, wore black pull-over jacket and Timberland boot like a soldier in the Biafra army. His Clothes were very worn and ragged. In his hand, he carried a worn old hat. He was inside a building, tushed with high cathedral ceilings, ornate statues, beautiful murals and stained glass windows, plush carpet and velvet like cushioned seats. The building must have cost many billions of Naira to build and maintain. His mate, Zaka were all dressed in the finest and most expensive suits and shoes.
Rambo is rough-looking, with ragged jeans, cowboy boots, leather, with a ceramic coffee mug in one hand, holding a cigarette. He sucked a cigarette stick in his mouth with magnificent joy evident by the wide grin on his burly face. He took the cigarette-lighter from his crazy Levi’s denim jeans pocket; and began to smoke in ease and the cigarette fume spread into the wind. Rambo’s friend, Zaka inhaled the fume from afar and approached Rambo, he collected the cigarette and lighted his, both smoked, with their minds deep in thoughts.
Crime is not a bulwark to any society. Every society is entertained with nefarious and bandit; even with drug peddling. The cloud was like sepia when the day was gradually fading, as the sun strolled home to see for another day, dawn.
Rambo: ‘’I sent the woman a message’’
Zaka: ‘’ Which of the women?’’
Rambo: ‘’ Alhaji’s Agent”
Zaka: ‘’ Oh! Ms Kemi Solange abi?’’
Rambo: ‘’ Yes. I sent the message concerning the purchase of guns’’
Zaka: Does she supply Ammunitions for the group?
Rambo: Yes, she’s the major Supplier
Zaka: ‘’ I once told Alhaji that the guys needed to re-strategize because of the other syndicates (groups). They produce more than 55 thousand barrels of crude oil than the refinery’’
Rambo: ‘’ You mean the other syndicates (groups)?’’
Zaka: ‘’ Yes. They have their oil-bunker all over the state. The biggest one is at Bori’’
Rambo: ‘’ Bori serves as the commercial centre for Ogoni. And that is the reason Alhaji wants to bring someone from Lagos to write the story of the location”
Zaka: ‘’ Who do you think the person will be?’’
Rambo: ‘’ I don’t know’’
They continued smoking the cigarette
Zaka: ‘’ See, the story behind the death of those four men should not be our problem because I believe those men trespassed other syndicates and they were killed for that’’
Rambo: ‘’Yes. Perhaps this work is illegal’’
Zaka: ‘’ Oil business is evil due to the danger involved’’
Rambo: ‘’ I saw The PUNCH newspaper article about the people of the creek’’
Zaka: ‘’ You mean: The Heartland of the creek by Mr Kunle Amudidun?’’
Rambo: ‘’ Yes. The man is compassionate with his writing’’
Quickly, before Kunle could say anything about the message Kemi received, she lurched at him with her lips as they kissed clawing at each other. They kissed taking few breaks and resuming accompanied with heaving breathing. Laughter was what they did during the few breaks- it wasn’t a laughter of jest but one birthed by lustfulness. After a while Kunle broke off,
Kunle: “Let’s play a game first!” Pouting her lips for another mouthing that produced a sound she nodded.
They discussed their love, and played weird cat love, and gradually, Kunle stole a kiss from Kemi and Kemi was turned-on. Seems like another chance for real ACTION. She stared at his ‘bulge’ and reached for it with a scroll. That triggered the desire for taste. They started undressing each other. She pulled off her top while Kunle shrugged out of his shirt. And then they both reached for the button on their jeans. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready!” She replied. Within seconds, they were down to their undies.
Kunle was already aroused. He was a fair guy, as in fair all over reaching his junk. What flashed through Kemi’s mind at that point was: “Vanilla ice cream, with chocolate sauce as lollipop”. He smiled at her, walked over, while She was still staring at his crotch, she was along the line thinking about ice cream spread on him. Kunle kissed her softly on her forehead and ruffled her hair. Infact, that was the sweetness she needed at the time in her life.
Again, Kemi scooted over to one corner and tucked herself under the blanket. Kunle shifted next to her and pulled her closer to him. Without even giving her a second, he kissed her and moved on top of her. Her eyes fluttered shut as her fingers tangled with his hair. She kissed him back with a passion equal to his and his hands slid under her.
Kemi: ‘’ Baby you are so romantic. I love the way you handle me. I love you with everything’’
Kunle: “You are the woman of all women’’
Kemi: ‘’ Stop flattering me’’ she said smiling as they snuggled.
Kunle broke his promise, went ahead, reminded her of his hidden conversation with the Minister
Kunle: ‘’Now I tell you what! The minister called me and he said he had read my article on the PUNCH newspaper and he wants to offer me Job at the creek’’
Kemi: ‘’ Oh! That is interesting. Which minister?’’
Kunle: ‘’ Minister of Environment. He offered me 500 million naira for the job. He said he wanted me to investigate the story behind the news of the four men who died by water in Oloibiri’’
Kemi: ‘’ It sounds attractive and that will also add to your recognition’’
Kunle: ‘’ Sure. But am still contemplating the offer’’
Kemi: ‘’Are you serious?’’
Kunle: ‘’ Yes”
Kemi: ‘’Just accept the offer now,my baby,’’ she stroked his chest and he heaved.
Kunle was thrown into the mud. Yes, the money was luring, I mean five million naira who comes by such ponderous amount every day. It was obviously a case of a life time opportunity. But the big question was, what about his integrity? Was he to compromise and go against what he believed to be moral? Indirectly, his wife who had just given him the best sex of his life wanted him to give a yes to Alhaji. What about the people? He had written all his life for them-to fight for the oppressed. He sighed again!
Before Kemi knew what was happening she was talking alone,
Kemi: “Baby!” she tapped him but he was snoring.
The text Kemi received still bother her. She read it over and over again! She was curious to know the caller, she called back, the number was unreachable. Her anxiety couldn’t exercise more patience; she left her building to call Alhaji. Having noticed Kunle was dozing off she ran out to call Alhaji,
Kemi: ‘’Alhaji, did you give anyone my number?’’
Alhaji: ‘’ What happened?’’
Kemi: ‘’ I saw a message on my phone from this:+2348049027ND’’
Alhaji: ‘’Huh! That is from Rambo. And the ND is our area code in Bori’’
Kemi: ‘’Alhaji, the rifles are new by the Israel secret operation. The only place to get them is Bethlehem’’
Alhaji: ‘’ Oh! These guys need good rifles. Rambo will call you. What about Kunle?’’
Kemi: “What about him?”
Alhaji: “He is refusing my offer I think the best thing to do is to eliminate him?”
Kemi: “Ah,Alhaji isn’t it too early?”
Alhaji: “My patience is exhausted already! Do it!”
Alhaji: “Suffocate him or something. Just do it!” Before she could say a word Alhaji had shut her out.
She walked into the room and stood over Kunle holding a pillow over his head.
Questions; Could this be end of Kunle? Do you think Kemi would kill him? What if Kunle jerks out of sleep?
…. Stay tuned for Episode 8 (You don’t wanna miss this!)
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