IF (SHORT STORY)

11th May, 1995; Port Harcourt.

She woke up on a bed, naked. Where am I? She moaned as pain shot between her legs into her being. She tried to get up and the pain intensified, she fell on her back. She had been defiled, she remembered. Dayo had abused her and she was still on his bed! It was like lying on excreta; Sade quickly dragged herself down the floor amidst sweltering pains and lay on her tattered clothing. She didn’t feel better. She was hateful, self-hateful; if she had access to any weapon now, she would end it, and free herself from her miserable self.

Someone tapped a foot on her buttock and Sade blinked at Dayo, towering over her and smiling with crude satisfaction. ‘You did this to me,’ Sade dared. He winked. He was a dark, good-looking man. But not anymore. When Sade looked at him she saw an ugly monster. ‘Go to the bathroom, you are messy,’ he said.

Aunty Rosa was a beautiful, erogenous woman, why would any man want to do this to Sade when his wife was so gorgeous, when his wife was due to return from the hospital in few hours’ time? Sade had no answer. Hatred quickened her heartbeat.

‘Come on.’ Dayo dragged her to her feet and led her to the bathroom. Sade leaned on the door, praying to God to lift this senseless mist off her. ‘Go in,’ Dayo spanked her breast. Sade cringed, heaved forward and fell on her fours. Dayo turned on the shower and shut the door against his laughter. As the water hit Sade on the back she got energised. But it wasn’t good energy, this; it was energy that gave her the energy to hate and thirst for more energy to hate.

Sade rose to her knees and let the water beat down on her head and flow down her body. She wished she could remove her body from herself and wash it, scrub it clean. She was so unclean.  Sade stretched her energy and washed herself with vengeance. She was in the bathroom for three quarters of an hour but she still felt unclean. Would she ever be clean? She had been used, dishonoured and discarded. She was worse than a prostitute. Even prostitutes get paid. Even prostitutes have to give their consent. But she was just taken then dumped into the bathroom to clean her mess. Shame on me, shame, shame! Sade opened her mouth and got a chockfull and began to cough a cough that tore her heart. Was suicide the answer?

‘Hey, hurry up before your aunt returns.’ The voice of a devil. If her mother’s sister returned and caught Sade in her bedroom, she might not understand, she would surely be heartbroken; no, Sade wouldn’t want that. The devil was right, telling her to hurry—the love of the devil, how sweet when it messes you up. Sade turned off the tap. She would never be clean. Then she thought, Dayo should feel a little of my pains.

Sade looked around the room; there was nothing good enough to make a bad weapon. Physically Dayo was stronger than her—no seventeen-year old girl could stand a chance against this dismissed policeman, anyway; she had to try mental strength. The bathroom was a little room with the shower tap and the shining bulb. Bulb, electricity; electricity, power; well-utilised, dangerous. The door was of metal and the wire that powered the light ran just few centimetres from it. Sade nodded, got the tap running, gathered water in her mouth and emptied it on the door, then she tore the wire off the wall and the bathroom was swallowed by darkness. Sade shifted the wire till live lead rested on the door.

‘Open the door, I can’t see,’ Sade called. She heard Dayo laugh then heard sordid footsteps. Dayo grabbed the door handle and began to shout as electricity held him, and shook and shocked him. He cried like a broken-hearted beast but Sade wasn’t listening, she was thinking, ‘Would I ever be clean?’ and doubting it. By the time Sade let the current off the door, Dayo had since stopped wailing. Sade opened the door and saw his stringed frame spread on her way like roasted lizard.

She bent down and touched his neck. Dead. Now she felt she would be clean. She rose to her feet, walked over him and made for her clothes, thinking: ‘If they ever tell my story, let them say, ‘‘She killed the man who raped her.’’ ’

Tweets to @Oke4chukwu

FINALLY…
We draw the curtain on 2014, a year that nearly fulfilled all its promises. If you ask me, I would choose the first part of the year ending July. Our publications from August were scanty and painfully irregular. We are human. 2015 is a boundless sea of possibilities (and opportunities) we shall pursue. Not yet. Now I just wish to express gratitude for what you have done here; I will not be a writer worthy of any note if I fail to mention that your audience kept me in business. Hell hath no fury like a writer without readers. Writing demands guts: it takes awful guts to share diffident views for all—strangers mostly—to judge. And you guys have been partial in your judgements—I have gotten mostly positive response here; don’t think I am deceived, it is mostly me you care for not that my art is as good as your comments. But by supporting me, by telling little lies in the comment boxes and sharing my posts, et cetra, you have built my art beyond repair. God bless ya all. My he-art is in this testimonial and I pause till it comes back to me. But I can’t keep you, have an elegant Christmas and a peaceful 2015, unu ndi oga diriri nma.

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34 thoughts on “IF (SHORT STORY)

  1. Yemie

    What a gory, very terrifying way to end your writing season, Kingsley! The horror! *shivering* LMAO!

    Way to go boy and thanks for the laughs and entertainment; all free! I hope your he-art recognises that comments appraising your literary works are not necessarily white lies as you make ’em out to be! Have a little faith and Keep keeping on too! Have you a very Happy Holidays this magical season! Compliments of the season and a happy, very promising and blessed ’15 in advance! God bless and keep you and all of yours, cheers buddy, see ya in ’15! *hugs* LOL

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    • Kingsley

      Thank you so so much for standing by me. If you knew what a bad person I were you won’t be this magnanimous in helping Hard Voices Soar *winks*. But I suppose Literature is not a personal stuff. Thanks for treating me like family. Hard Voices wouldn’t have gone as far as it went in 2014 without your gracious input to which I am eternally grateful. My appreciation is grandchildren stuff. Eshe gon. Have a glorious Christmas and a fulfilling New Year. And continue to read Hard, Continue to commend Voices–I know you don’t necessarily lie in the comment boxes, but a little lie now and then will do no harm.

      Toodles

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      • Yemie

        You?! Kingsley Okechukwu a bad person??? Will you just look at that! That totally makes the two of us babycakes, some discovery that is! What a small world it is that we live! Who woulda thought?! Wowzer! *cheeky grin*

        Thank YOU Kingsley for being such a great friend and camarade! I had great fun sticking around and you made it all the more worth my while with your banging sense of humour and larger than life, beautiful heart! You hothead! *laughing*

        Take care of ya and talk to ya real soon too! Toodles! *hugs* LMAO!

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        • Kingsley

          I am going to print this comment and paste it on my door-mouth, hahaha, let the whole world know that I ain’t that bad. Lols. Walahi, Yemie you made this blog for me, this year. You know, readers come and go but this Reader Yemie will never pass! *Pops champagne* for Yemie, for Friendship, for Forever!

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          • Yemie

            Hahahahaha! What’s it with you and the printing of comments Kingsley?! By the time you’re done printing every comment you’ve penciled down, you’re gonna have a clutter and that cannot be good! So, ease up on the prints will you?! *Yinmu*ROTFLMAO!

            Aw! I drink to you, to us, friends till the end Kingsley, my word! Cheers buddy, Mwah! LOL

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      • Adeleke Julianah

        That is our Dear Sis. #Yemie for you K! A true friend indeed to many bloggers, and to many more we blog readers too. She’s just too good to be True! A loyal, cheerful, outstanding and wonderful Persona she is. Me for one, have been blessed with her friendship, and I’m so glad to be associated with such a distinguished and diginfied person. May God Bless Our Sis. Yemie, and all that’s hers…

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  2. Adeleke Julianah

    Ha!!!! Kingsley!!!! Must you end the year in horror ni??? Kai! *shudders* *shivering* Wow! Wonderful tale u got there, intriguing and suspense filled. Not all of us have a forgiving spirit. I wouldn’t blame the poor girl for taking that drastic decision toward her assaulter. Way to go #Okey4Chuks! I hope and pray we will see more of you in the coming year. Abeg nor leave us in suspense and disappear again for next year o!

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    • Kingsley

      Juliana, your discovering my blog is one of the best thing to happen to my he-art this year. I am short of words to qualify your loyalty here. Don’t mind Sade, she doesn’t have so many forgiving spirits. But there is nothing to shiver about. If anyone should shiver, it’s me, poor me shivering with appreciation for your solid presence. Looking forward to seeing you soon. Have a wonderful yuletide, dear.

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      • Adeleke Julianah

        Awww…that’s so sweet of you dear Kingsley. I’m so happy to be here and I so enjoyed my time here on your blog, especially reading #SadeHaram, my wonderful friend. And I’m sure we are going to enjoy many more wonderful write-ups from you come next year. Thanks for all the wonderful posts, keep it up and coming, kudos…by the way I hope you know I’m @EBONYHERITAGE on Twitter. Yeah, it’s me..lols..

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        • HARD VOICES

          Of course I know your twitter handle. But I love your beautiful retweets that’s why I mention you (even when you have read them).

          You are such a darling, and I can never stop thanking you for your love for Sade, and belief in my art. Let’s do this next year.

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  3. Adewoyin Joseph

    Quite a sinister mind for a seventeen year old; not a bad way to go for a dismissed policeman and rapist.

    Nice one. It’s been a wonderful year. I personally understand the way it feels when one couldn’t update the blog as one wanted. It’s not so easy doing combinations when one has got lots going on concurrently.

    Next year will be better. This blog, I like… but you know that already :). Season greetings.

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    • Kingsley

      Thanks Senor for understanding my frustrations in blogging *sighs*. I have always suspected you are fond of this blog. Thanks for riding with me this year. Let’s do this in 2015. Blessed season for ya. Feliz Navidad

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    • HARD VOICES

      Sade’s origin defiles one episode, no matter how gruesome, no matter how life-encompassing… Sade is a character that I may never exhaust or fully explain.

      Thanks a million to you the Mona of Hard Voices.

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  4. Kelvin

    What can I say?
    Sometimes I really want to say something but words are lost in the air. My Big Bro, people like you are very rear. Lemmy just say… You are good. No! you are awesome… And amazing. You’ve done more than a good job here, believe me. *Thumbs up*
    Its obvious that Sade is not my Sade (Sade Haram) … My Sade will beat up that Officer and put him behind bars.
    More ink to you Pen sir…

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    • HARD VOICES

      Thanks Kelvin for your appreciations; you are a major supporter. This Sade not the Sade? Hahaha, I don’t know who the Sade is but, if we dig enough, we will see a Sade that will shock us both. Maybe not this kind of shock. Or a worse kind of shock. Kelvin… God bless ya. We see next year.

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  5. Benny-Hills

    It’s been a crazy year….with alot of stress…….. You won’t believe how thrilled I was…returning to Facebook and seeing your work…
    I know I always give you criticism and always try to push you harder……I haven’t really appreciated you for theamazing works you have done…..
    I know it’s hard doing what you DO….trying to please your readers….. week in week out……
    You are an amazing writer with lots of potential…….
    I don’t want to ruin my praise but I want you to know that I will keep pushing you to be better……Yes I may not praise you always……but I will be a friend….
    Nice work Kingsley…..Have a great celebration

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    • HARD VOICES

      It took me one solid year to gather the words to reply your comment. A crazy year indeed which had left me with many brushes in the face, in your hand. Sweet bruises because they make me, add to my art, build me. I have learnt so much because you care enough to push me forward, very hard. Everyone can’t praise you, everyone can’t praise you always. I am learning and I am most grateful for you who can look me in the eye and say ‘it’s not good enough try this, do it that way’. I am lucky to have you at my back and neck.

      Thanks for thinking me amazing. thanks for seeing my potentials. And above all thanks for the promise to continue to push.

      Happy New Year, Miss Hills

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  6. muyiwa

    So we went to kaduna, and on our way back, we kept talking about what we would do after school, the books we would write, fiction or non fiction and the likes…today! Am proud of you, doing exactly what you’ve always wanted, doing it well is another reason to be proud and with big smiles and semi-white teeth showing itself to the world. Weldone. More grace. Don’t ever forget why you write. Merry Christmas and Happy new year.

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    • HARD VOICES

      It’s humbling to see Muyiwa here for the very first time. I remember that Kaduna trip like yesterday, and I only pray that God help us live that trip. Thanks for finding my art good enough, and for flashing half-yellow teeth. Lols.

      May we find joy this season, and ever!

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  7. Moses Haruna

    What’s that about u thinking we are just being prudent with the truth when we praise ur art?Hey!Kingsley,I said it before,I say it again:YOU ARE DAMN(pardon my expression) GOOD!!Of course,there may be room for improvemen(for all I care),but in the meantime,to be real wt u,u’re good.I love ur art,big time.

    PS:I had not been perusing ur works(save for ‘Sade Haram’),until lately when I read ‘Corpers’ Lodge’,and now these others.Cheers!!!

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  8. HARD VOICES

    Mehn, Moses, your words have reached me and touched something. They have more than made me want to continue to push the boundaries like never before. I appreciate you so so much more than you will ever guess

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