Spicy Soul Food

I’m Obinna Uwakwe.
We lay entangled in our own fluids and sweat. I was still buried deep down inside of her; although my erection has subsided I didn’t want the moment to end. I want it to last forever. I wish I was a magician, so that I would just pause time and savour all that this moment brings. I must confess it has been the best night of my life.
I still can’t believe that here I am, lying completely unclad with the girl of my dreams. The lady I have so much fantasized about. Even if a prophet had told me that a day like this would come by, I would have never believed it, but here now I’m really having the best night of my life. The night I lost my virginity, the night I… did I just say lost? Owh sorry, it wasn’t lost but was willingly given away. The night that I have so much waited for and had never believed it would one day come.
I raised my head and gazed at her naked figure. The sight was stunning and… wow! It is first in history of me seeing a full naked lady. I almost went nuts as I immediately started to nibble at her both nipples. I was crazily taken over by ‘cupid’ the god of lust. I chewed at her right nipple as I fumbled the other one with my hand, it felt like heaven- it was really world nine and her sweet moans of ecstasy wasn’t helping matters. I was damned focus to pleasure her to the peak. I am… going to make her never forget me.
It still looks like a movie to me- more like a bollywood movie with spectacular moves and unpredictable turns. I still couldn’t believe it, I had to pinch myself and I felt it to make sure I was not dreaming. I ran down my memory lane and everything opened up like a page in a Hadley Chase book. Twas very clear how it all started.
The year was 2010, the month was October and the day was a Saturday. I had just returned home from school on an emergency, my family had called my school management and told them to let me come home for an emergency which the school management didn’t probe further but let me go.
As the taxi stopped me, I was expecting Chinaza my little sister to run out and welcome me as she always does whenever I return from school but lo and behold, there was no Chinaza. In stead I was welcomed by a thousand and one different faces who were shedding tears for what I know not. Slowly but calculatively, I walked into my compound and towards my mum where she was surrounded by about five women who were all holding her arms and telling her that it is not the end of the world.
Immediately she set eyes on me, she fought free and ran up to me shouting and wailing.
“Obim, Obim they have killed him ooo. They have finally succeeded in making me one of them, they have …” she couldn’t continue as she fell back into deep wailing. I was somehow confused by what is happening, I couldn’t comprehend what the hell is going on.
“What are all these people doing here? Whats going on?” I managed to ask after few seconds as I hugged her tightly.
“Mama its okay, I’m here now. Where’s Papa?” I asked in a louder voice.
I left Mama in a stance and rushed to where Maazi Ndukwe my uncle was sitting with other elders in front of our house.
“Maazi Ndukwe, where’s Papa?” I asked seriously. Maazi Ndukwe just shrugged his shoulders and heaved as he spat out a ball of spittle.
“My son, take heart for the man you call Father has gone- gone on a journey of no return. He died yesterday when he was returning from work. The car he was in had a terrible accident and no one survived it. You’re the man of this house now.” He concluded.
I felt a million things at the same time; my head was if an eleven man team was having their practice of football on it. I looked around me. Everything that had looked so perfect to me became dull. Mama, the woman I had known for the past eighteen years to be very gorgeous and pretty now looked like rags with her hair flowing madly in the sky. Maazi Ndukwe that I had known for his jokes and hilarious laughter now looks like the pot-bellied Jide Kosoko in one of his Yoruba movies. The message was clear- ‘life goes on’ was written in blood all over the air. I must adapt to live without Papa. I must assume office as the new ‘Papa’ of the family, but above all I must make sure that Mama doesn’t feel alone. I must get married to mama.
The funeral came and swept by everything that Papa had left us. During the funeral deliberations, Maazi Ndukwe had insisted that Papa be given a king-like burial for he was really a king in all ramifications. Mama had tried her best to explain that Papa hadn’t saved much for that type of funeral, and that he had always wanted to be buried quietly at the church cemetery but she was shouted down to hold her opinion to herself. I couldn’t do anything, I was speechless. I was just moping into the air, trying hard not to choke.
After the burial, it was time to get moving on. Chinaza continued her education at the primary school just across the road. It wasn’t the best school in the neighbourhood but it wasn’t bad either. Their fees are moderate.
Mine was a gone story. Education for me became a thing of the past- pure history. I contacted my school management and told them my plight. The school manager rambled on how much he would loved to help me but for the new wife he is about to take. Everywhere I went for help seemed worst than the last place I was coming from. I finally had to resort to fate- my ugly fate. Mama and Chinaza are my responsibilities and I mustn’t let them down.
I thought of a plan, but none came. My brain deserted me. After a complete week of deep concentration on what to do and how to do it, an idea finally struck the four walls of my encephalone. At least, I have four hundred naira on me. I had fished it out from one of my trousers when I was picking them for watching.
Okay, I’m going to start a small scale business. Perhaps, sachet water selling will do for now.
Chinaza school fee is coming up fast and Mama just couldn’t help. I had known her to be a very strong woman but this incident has really tied her hands down.
Early the next morning, I set off to face fate. I bought four bags of pure-water with the money I had on me and retailed it. I walked all the in and corners, nook and crannies of all streets shouting to the top of my voice. “Buy your sweet cold pure water!” I made good sales on my first day and sold all the four bags. The profit wasn’t much but it was worth it- at least, it was something.
My business continued growing as I garnered more strength. I now buy ten bags and will sell it all, I had customers all over the neighbourhood. Some people won’t even buy from other pure-water sellers if they didn’t see me. “Sweet pure-water no come today?” they would ask my mates. Gradually, everybody forgot my real name and ‘Sweet pure-water’ became my new name. I wasn’t ashamed, not even an ounce of it. We are feeding fine and Chinaza schooling wasn’t affected. I have even registered for S.S.C.E and am now attending evening lessons at a nearby government secondary school.
Yes, the day was a Tuesday and the month was February of the year 2011. Things have changed for the better for me and my family. Everything was moving well and nobody is complaining. We took life as we saw it and faced fate with all seriousness. I never failed in my duty as the new ‘Papa’ except offcourse; I couldn’t go in between Mama’s thighs.
I was out as usual, selling my ‘sweet pure-water’ when a car drove past me and stopped within a distance. I heard the car’s horn but didn’t stop. It can’t be me, it can’t be me- I have nothing to do with that big car. Such people that use that type of car don’t take sachet water, they take bottled water. I hadn’t gone far when I heard approaching footsteps at my back and immediately turned back and lo and behold it was three huge men. Two of them were in black attires and the last one looked more like a chauffeur.
“Please don’t harm me. Please, I’ll do anything you ask of me”, I said pleadingly looking into their eyes.
“We will not harm you if you co-operate. Our Madam wants to see you in that car NOW!” one of the men barked at me. I didn’t try to hold back, I just followed them to the car that was parked few meters away.
The tinted glass window whined down and a human being surfaced at the car owner’s seat. It was… was… was…the most breath-taking thing I’ve ever seen. A gorgeous lady- a heavenly being.
“Obi”, the figure called out in a tone that sounded more like an alarm. I was as surprised as a churchmouse who was seeing a piece of meat for the first time. I sheepishly gazed at the queen-like figure seated in the car.
“Don’t you remember me?” the angelic voice spoke again. I had to use all the focus I had in me to pierce her face and after some seconds of deeps concentration I…
“Adaobi Eunice Chikwendu! Is this you?” I asked in disbelief, still moping into the air.
“Yeah, it is me. And what are you doing selling pure water? It took me a whole week to ask around and make sure it was you, ‘sweet pure-water’.” She concluded.
I was taken aback to the past. “It’s a long sto…” I didn’t complete what I was saying before she took it from me “I want to hear it. Please I want to know what happened to you.” She somehow confessed. She gave me her cell phone number and drove off with a kiss on my temple.
Adaobi had been my childhood classmate and my ideal wife. I have always fantasized about her, and to be frank, I would make her my wife if I had my way. Her father was stingingly rich and that was the barrier that held me back. Our worlds are too different to merge.
I went home that day after sales and couldn’t help to stop thinking about her. We had been friends during primary school days until we all departed to our various secondary schools. Since then I haven’t seen her until today. I fantasized what it will feel like to lay naked with a woman of her beauty.
She was not my age mate. I was a year her senior, but that did not stop me from taking what I believe is mine this time around. I went to a phone booth and called the number she gave me.
“Hello, who’s this?” the angelic voice rang into my head. I lost my voice, but managed to ride on.
“It’s me, Obinna”. She was excited when she heard it was me. She spoke at length and finally booked a date with me.
We met at the agreed place on the agreed time and discussed at length. I told her everything that has happened with my life since we last saw and she told me hers. Her mum had died in a plane crash on a flight to Paris. We both sympathized with each other and promised to be there for one another.
Life began to have a purpose for me. Things that stopped making sense to me when Papa died started making sense to me again. Mama had started a kiosk at the other side of the road. It was Adaobi’s father that gave her the money for it when Adaobi related the whole story to him. At least smile has found its way back to Mama’s face.
I began to experience some kind of things I hadn’t experienced before. This new kind of feelings that send butterflies roaming my stomach. We professed our undying love for each other.
Adaobi and I decided to take the game a notch higher. We decided to go to our sacred pots and taste the honey from it. She was the one that proposed the motion and who am I to oppose to such a proposal? Huh man… no dulling I will take it as it is.
“Baby, don’t bother about anything. The condoms, the… Just come over Friday night. My dad will be off”, she said as she rubbed the back of my head. Everything was just getting too good.
Friday seemed like eternity, but it finally came starring me into the face. I took the longest bath of my life, paying attention to every part of my body most especially my pubic area. It was gonna be my first time, likewise hers. We want to make it a memorable one.
I told Mama that I’m going to Ada’s place to spend the night. She encouraged me to enjoy my time to the fullest which I promised I would.
I boarded a bike to her place. Her dad was already off. I raced up the stairs to her room and knocked gently. Almost immediately, the door opened and I saw the biggest surprise of my life. Ada was her bikini.
We felt weird at first, but soon enough the aura of uncertainty drove by. We kissed passionately like Romeo and Juliet, I wanted to eat her raw. The foreplay wasn’t much before she demanded that I enter her which I obediently did.
It lasted for ever. It was nothing to regret about. We were both proud to have done it- to have given our soul to each other.
I came back from my realm of remembrance; my mouth was still on her breast. It was so succulent that I just can’t let go.
I stood up from the bed. Still naked and spent, I knelt at the foot of the bed and brought out a ring that I had hidden.
“Ada. I want to continue eating this spicy soul food with you. Please do me the honour of becoming my wife.” She was overwhelmed, she didn’t think twice as she shouted, “Yes, I will”
It had really been a touch of spice to our both lives. Mmuah.
Akwaeze Louis
Abuja, Nigeria.
Nineteen years old,
100 level English student and
A published ‘teen fantasy’ Author.

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