By Osi Obomighie
Three knocks on the door with an accompanying whistle was a signal Shade knew all too well. It was how she identified her lover, Mr Koyewole, her music teacher in the university. He was in his early 50’s, short, dark and plump; definitely, not the kind of man in her dreams. His arrival always sparked a quick reaction in her body, so fast that it makes her prepared for their next music lesson as Koyewole always put it.
On this day however, the reaction was different. It didn’t move or propel her to jump on the door knob to swing the door wide open. She had to wait for a second signal before she dropped the James Hardly Chase novel she had in hand before moving to open the door ajar.
“I thought you had gone out for a lecture after a making the signal a second time” Koyewole said as he approached the wooden chair with a broken arm rest.
She noticed a change in ambience as he entered; an aroma she couldn’t place but too pungent to accommodate. The smell irritated her more. It made her bowels move uncontrollably.
“Please, go and take a bath so we can begin” Shade said with a quick sardonic smile on her face.
“Of course, of course” Koyewole said in his deep coarse voice and tapped her buttocks as he moved to the bathroom.
The tap on her bum made her more uncomfortable which made her reminisce on what Tayo, her best friend, says
“What do you see in all these men? They come, toss you around, practice unimaginable techniques they see in magazines, treat you like trash and then return to their wives.”
With the words “they pay the bills”, Tayo’s opinions were always shelved.
Koyewole entered the living room with a posh gait, scented of her favourite soap and shampoo, apple and peaches. She started coming around to the idea of making music. “Maybe I needed to boost the spark” Shade thought to herself. She placed the glass of Night Train on the bedside table and gently untied the yellow and red tinted wrapper she had on. It dropped to the floor revealing her smooth straight light-skinned legs and with her pinkie finger she signalled him to move closer.
In the twinkle of an eye, they locked lips and foreplay continued under the bed covers.
“Oh no!” exclaimed Koyewole
“What is it?”
“The conductor has failed to assume his duties. Am sorry, this has never happened before” as he tried as much as possible to awaken his sleeping giant.
Determined to make sure the day continued as planned, Shade hurried to her medicine cabinet and back and then slipped a drug into Koyewole’s mouth.
“Take this. It will help” Shade said as she stroked his thick chest-hair which aroused him.
Beaming with confidence, he gulped down the glass of alcohol, pulled her to himself and onto the bed and with his awoken giant, he slipped into her with slow thrusts.
Suddenly, Koyewole felt the bed vibrate vigorously like an earthquake about to erupt. At first he thought it was his manliness but the saliva coming out of Shade’s mouth made him think otherwise. She was having an epileptic episode.
In shocked and disbelief, he came out of her and felt a sharp pain in his chest, his left side. As he moved the pain increased. He lay beside Shade’s quivering body which seemed to reduce the pain only slightly. With hands clenched to his chest, Koyewole gazed at the opened medicine cabinet. The cabinet was distant to him so squinting was his best bet. As he glared, he began to feel queasy and the room became fuzzy. Before his heart and eyes failed, he saw an unopened sachet of Viagra and beside it an opened packet of Diazepam. Silent music they made as the laid side by side, lifeless.