Silent Music

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.

20 thoughts on “Silent Music” by osyrina2 (@osyrina2)

  1. I couldn’t get the meaning of the last paragraph. I hope Shade is not dead.

    1. I guess we can safely assume that she is…judging by the last word of the story.

  2. Nice story! I guess you’re subtly telling us the bad side of those enhancing drugs. Fine work!

    1. Thank you. Thats one way to look at it.

  3. Shit!

    Pardon my French…but that’s just in reference to the effect this masterpiece had on me. Dayum!

    The best part is…either you have some medical experience or you’ve had some experience with Diazepam. Yeah, I know it could have that kind of effect…had some experience with it. I just like how that came into the play/plot.

    Well done…sir/madam.

    1. Thank you very much. i dont have any experience medically or otherwise but i researched it. Thank you again

  4. I’m not really sure about the whole drug confusion, especially the Diazepam bit, can it really kill?

    Also, Shade is epileptic, and has always been, so why is is she dying now?

    The writing could also be better, there was some tense confusion and lots of missing or misplaced commas. Eg.

    His arrival always sparked a quick reaction in her body, so fast that it makes her prepared – should be
    His arrival always sparked a quick reaction in her body, so fast that it made her prepared

    which made her reminisce on what Tayo, her best friend, says
    which made her reminisce on what Tayo, her best friend, said (,)

    1. Thank you for the corrections

  5. This is so funny! tragic but funny. Can you picture the scene when their bodies are discovered?
    That’s another story huh? lol….still laughing…Valium,alcohol,nookie and the shakes ;lmao.

    1. Glad you had a laugh

  6. Come, come o, I take that dug o, am I going to die??

    1. just dont drink with alcohol

  7. Interesting story. However I feel its not completely written. If readers had to ask u if shade died then it means u haven’t written that part well. And since u said she died, I’m still trying to understand what killed shade. I don’t recall where she took the drug. But u did a good job in painting the scenario. And watch the typos & tenses. Good job.

    1. Thank you, thank you. esp for the corrections

  8. This was a simple story, @Osyrina2. I didn’t come away thinking ‘wow’, but it was certainly easy to read.

    I wish you had shown more of what was on Shade’s mind; I get the sense that on that day in particular, she wasn’t happy. Was it because of the life she was living?

    Well done.

    1. Thanks alot. Correction noted

  9. Niece piece. Silent music. Sex na wa ooh, dat drug sef na bad one.

  10. The message is quite understood, but poorly told. I appreciate that English is not your first language and as such, it could be quite tricky. You need to pay more attention to tenses and structuring.

  11. Though belated, I read the work with a keen eye and I was not stopped half-way………………..GREAt

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