The day I started masturbating I had watched an American movie in my uncle’s laptop. It was NC-17 rated, meaning only 17 and above could watch it but I watched it at 14 anyways.
I couldn’t sleep in the night, I kept turning from one side of my mattress to another. I don’t want to use strong language here but, I ended up inserting my fingers in my *** and that was how I started. I had an orgasm and I was satisfied. Since then it became a daily routine for me until one day, my mother barged into my room after hearing me mourning.
“What is going on here, you’re masturbating?” She said in bewilderment. “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un” She chanted. “Come here, your father must hear this!”
“No mama, please I can expl…”
“Explain what?” She cut in walking closer to me. “You have nothing to explain to me, I’m taking you to your father!” She said as she held my hand.
I tried to escape from her tight grip in order to adjust my dress but she was too strong, so I gave up.
“Okay mama, I will go with you but please allow me to…” I was unable to complete my words when a resounding slap landed on my face. My eyes went blur instantly and all I could hear was a resonant sound. She dragged me to the sitting room and flung me in front of my father.
“Aisha, what is this?” He puzzled.
“It’s your daughter, we should marry her off before she kill herself” She angrily said with her arms akimbo.
“I really don’t understand, can you please explain further?” He said as he folded his DailyTrust newspaper and kept it on the table in front of him.
“Well, Alhaji as you can see how sweaty and half dressed she is, I caught her in her room masturbating” She explained.
“What?!” He removed his medicated glass and transported his hands to the back of his head while chanting “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un”
That day, I received the beatings of my life. The whole neighborhood knew about it, you know how news like this can fly. I starved myself in my room for complete two days and no one even cared. I was ashamed of myself, I wanted to die by starvation but on the third day my father broke into my room and dragged me to the sitting room.
“That’s her, Mallam Musa” He said as he sat down close to my mother in the sofa. Say hi to FIRSTLADY on plus two two eight ninety one fifty four three thousand to join us on our WhatsApp group
“Just marry her off to any of your companions or students” He added.
“Yes, you can also marry her if you wish, we are tired of her” My mother said glaring at me with so much hatred.
That moment, my eyes filled with tears. Just because I masturbated, my parents treated me like a garbage. What if I had decided to sleep with men instead?
The clergyman cleared his throat and smiled. “Alhaji, I know you and Hajiya are angry about what your daughter did or has been doing but marrying her off to a stranger is not a good idea. She may not like the person” He said.
“May she not like the person, that is none of our business!” My mother roared.
The clergyman shook his head with a smile, perhaps wondering why a mother would be so angry with her daughter because of a sheer thing.
“In that case,” He cleared his throat again and continued. “I will talk to one of my friends in the neighboring area, he has a son and…”
“Thank you so much, Mallam Musa” My father cut in without waiting for the man to explain further. “I really can’t wait for her to be married off!”
“Yes, me too!” My mother chimed in. “Please tell that your friend that he shouldn’t worry about spending alot for the marriage, we want it to be simple”
I watched them as they kept talking with tears rolling down my cheeks. My dream was to finish my secondary school, enroll into the university, obtain a job, before ever thinking about getting married but here they were, ruining all my dreams…
The clergyman left with a promise that he would contact his friend and get back to my parents as soon as possible.
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It had been a hectic day at work, I wanted to go home and have some rest only to end up in this mess.
“Gosh!” I cursed as I turned to look at my car again. “Crazy bitch” I muttered.
The time was quarter past six in the evening, meaning if I didn’t reach home soon the place would soon be dark. And considering how dangerous it could be for me to stand there alone, I decided to trek to a hotel few kilometers away. It wasn’t easy for me as I wasn’t use to stress. I was halfway to the hotel when a car pulled over in front of me, it was a black Mercedes Benz with tinted glasses. I was scared.
I gently moved away from the car and continued walking. One strange thing about the car was it kept following me slowly, and each time I turned it would stop. I wanted asking the person the hell he or she was but I was the scaring type so I kept moving swiftly until I reached the hotel.
I booked a room for the night and peeped through the window to see if the car was still by the hotel’s gate. It wasn’t there. I sighed and walked to a bed.
“God, I’m exhausted!” I said falling wearily on the bed. My phone beeped in my pocket, I slut my hand inside and brought it out. It was a text from my wife, the network had recovered. I sighed reading the text.
“Ahmad, where are you? Stay wherever you are please, it’s not safe over here”
I gulped as I adjusted to a sitting position. What was she really talking about? I wondered as I began typing,
“Naziha, I don’t understand…”
I texted and patiently waited for her to reply. It took almost ten minutes for her message to pop up. I quickly viewed it.
“Xenophobic attacks in our area, they are destroying Mtn and DStv shops”
What?! I blurted out with my heart beating very fast. Perhaps that was the reason why the network went down hours ago. But why would they retaliate what the South Africans are doing to our people in their country? Don’t they know that it would critically affect us? Many people here are using Mtn, DStv, and many other South African products. Fire can never quench fire, they should let the government do its job. I mulled over.
“This isn’t really good, stay indoors please! Tell Mubarak not to open the gate to anyone at all cost, okay?”
This time around her text arrived just immediately after mine was delivered,
“Okay, I love you Ahmad”
I sighed as I quickly typed back,
“I love you too, Naziha”
I went to the bathroom and performed ablution after having dropped my phone on the bedside table. I did my Magrib prayer and later on, Ishaa. I took my phone to check on my parents but the network wasn’t stable at all. I hissed and turned on the Tv in the room. The xenophobic attacks was been aired by a local Tv station. I hissed, turned it off and slept. I disliked nonsense.
In the morning I woke up, prayed, ordered for breakfast, and then took off. I went to the exact spot where I left my car, thus I called my mechanic to handle it. “Bring it to my house once you’re done” I said to him before leaving.
The cab I boarded was owned by a South African, he said he wasn’t happy about the xenophobic attacks that was going on in his home country and here. “We are all Africans, I’m sure the whites are now laughing at us” He said.
“They sure are” I blurted.
It was a wonderful ride, we kept talking until we reached the area I lived in. Everywhere was calm, no pedestrian could be seen outside. He dropped me in front of my gate and I paid him.
“Thank you” He said and drove off.
As soon as I knocked on the gate, Mubarak shouted at me. “Who are you? Leave here before I shoot you”
I smiled, he was really a funny watchman. “It’s me” I said. I didn’t need to tell him my name, he knew my voice.
He quickly opened the gate. “Oga, good morning sir” He said with a bow of respect.
“Morning,” I handed him my briefcase. “Is Naziha okay, hope she’s safe?” I wrinkled my brows.
“Yes sir” he said closing the gate as soon as I stepped in. “Madam is fine, sir” He added.
“Good!” I smiled walking straight into the flat with him trailing me.
Normally, every morning, Naziha would water the flowers in the garden by herself. She honoured them because they were planted by her late mother.
“Keep the briefcase on the couch, I will go and check on Naziha” I said to him as I swiftly walked to the back door which leads straight to the garden.
Naziha, while holding a sprinkling can kept singing her favourite song – Wait For Me – as she watered the flowers. I decided not to announce my presence but to pull a prank on her just like she did to me days back. I walked slowly to her and quickly hugged her from behind with a “Gotchaaa!”
She was freaked out, she started hitting me. I thought we were playing until she gave up and I could hear her sobbing. I dropped the joke aside and quickly turned her to look at me. “Naziha, is everything okay?” I asked her.
She shook her head in tears and turned to the flowers she was watering. “That black day,” she sniffed and continued. “Mama called me that she wasn’t feeling fine. I told her I would come take her to the hospital, I told her to wait for me but she said she could go alone. She never knew her death was calling, she would have waited for me…” she said sobbing.
That was my Naziha, she never would get tired of narrating that heart touching story to me. She was the last born of her mother, Hannatu and Nabil were her elder siblings. She lost her father at six years of age, and just a year into our marriage her mother died as well.
I gently embraced her as she kept narrating the story to me while I listened carefully, if I should ever intrude her she wouldn’t stop crying. Sometimes, one needs to peacefully pour out whatever is in his mind in order to feel relief.
Few hours later, I was in the kitchen helping Naziha in rearranging the utensils when a call bounced in. It was my father. I cleared my throat before swiping to receive the call.
“Kai (hey) Ahmad, I am waiting for you in the new factory!” He said and quickly terminated the call. He didn’t even wait for me to greet him.
That was actually weird, I didn’t wait for a second thought before I took off for the factory after having informed Naziha. My car wasn’t brought back yet, so I used Naziha’s car.
I parked the car adjacent a defunct forklift and stormed out.
“Good day, sir” A security officer greeted me. I only nodded at him and walked straight into the factory. My father was in the Chief Engineer’s office, he glared at me immediately I entered. The chief engineer didn’t need to be told to excuse us, he kindly walked out after taking his bow.
I was about sitting down in one of the visitors’ swivel chairs when my father gestured me not to sit down. “Don’t you dare sit down, Ahmad!” He cautioned with his index finger angrily.
I gulped lowering my gaze. What could be wrong with this old man? I wondered fidgeting my fingers.
“Look at you, so you even have the guts to cancel meeting with the labourers’ executives? Kai wawa ne (are you stupid)?”
“I am sorry, dad. I don’t have any op…” I didn’t complete my words when a horrible slap landed on my face.
“Shege kawai, dan iska!” He insulted me as he hit the desk with his hand. “If not because Engineer Isah Bala was able to calm the rest of the labourers down they would have gone on strike. Do you even know the millions of naira we will loose if they embark on strike? Do you?”
I was already angry with him. First, he called me Shege (a bastard), and second he called me Dan iska (a bad boy). Meanwhile, what I did was the right thing on my own way.
“Dad, I am tired of having table discussions with those people. You keep telling me to calm them down when in fact you know exactly what they want. Don’t you know that those people also have families? You want them to work from morning to evening but you can’t increase their wages!” I said not looking at him.
He disappointedly clapped thrice.
“I don’t blame you Ahmad, you just don’t know anything about business. Is this how you will run this company while I am gone?” He heaved a sigh.
“If you are to do whatever the labourers want then you will end up bankrupting” He said.
I wanted to add more to my previous explanation when he cut in.
“I learnt that Naziha is barren, I also learnt that she kept it a secret from you all these while, and I also learnt that you vowed to keep it a secret from me too” He said with a mischievous smile.
My heart began pounding vigorously, how on earth did he knew all that? Was someone spying on me all these while?
“You know the tradition of our family already, one wife!” He continued, laying emphasis on the one wife . “Is either you divorce her and marry a fertile woman that will give me heir, or I will disown you…” The billionaire man said.
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