In the same early hours of the day, the new Ugandan Ambassador to Nigeria arrived at the Ugandan House in Lagos. He arrived with his military Attaché, Balondemu. Balondemu has been in active service with the Ugandan Air Force and has spent most of his life as intelligence personnel with the former Ugandan Ambassador to the U.S.A. before his recent dispatchment to the Ugandan mission in Nigeria.
Balondemu relaxed his back in his chair inside his new office, switched on the computer on his desk. And while he waited for the system to boot, he stood up to respond to the knocks on his door.
“Good morning sir, my name is Funke; I’m the senior Attendant here at the Embassy. I’ve prepared your new lodge and would like you to go with me now so I could show you and maybe you’ll like ro refresh. It’s just right there behind the office complex”, she pointed through the window. Balondemu had his eyes travelling all over Funke’s body and thought “so these Nigerian girls ain’t different from those Yankee bitches? I’m gonna have it in full here again!”
“Alright Mrs. Funke” he coughed in.
“Miss Please,” Funke cut in smilingly.
“Oh really? Then why not come get me after close of work; I need to quickly go through the database on the computer.” Balondemu said, in his borrowed American accent and he winked at Funke.
“Sure, Handsome”, Funke smiled and winked back at him as she turned around to take her leave. Balondemu stood still by the door licking his lips as he watched closely. He relished the sight of her straight, sexy legs in her satin mini skirt as she waddled into the distance along the office passage.
Balondemu returned to his seat. The computer had come up and he clicked on the database to go through the list of Ugandan Immigrants in Nigeria. As he navigated through the voluminous list in alphabetical order, he paused at M. The first name on this page appeared familiar to him, so he clicked to see more details. A picture came up with the details: “Mangeni Ajayi, nee Akello. A practicing physiotherapist married to Bolaji Ajayi, lives in Nigeria with a full resident permit. Contact: Flat 1……”
Balondemu used his handkerchief to wipe his face as he dragged his mouse to highlight what he has seen, he needed to be sure.
“Mangeni, my golden fish? Unbelievable!” he exclaimed, as he hastily used the office intercom to get a driver to arrange a car for him.
Waidi had gone to his workshop to pick up the battery. Unfortunately, he was held in the Lagos morning traffic on the mainland, complaining bitterly to himself where he sat inside the Danfo heading for the Island. His wish was to deliver the battery in time before his landlord returned, and more importantly, he had told his wife to get ready for the maternity as soon as he was back.
About few kilometers to the airport, Bolaji tried calling his wife to let her know that Waidi was on his way, and to also apprise her of his journey, but to no avail. Twice that he dialed, there was no response from Mangeni.
After seeing her husband off, Mangeni had returned into the bubble bath-water, wallowing uninterrupted, being alone at home. She even thought to herself, “I will have enough rest today, no rushing to cook for my husband today and even for the week!” It was when she turned off the shower she noticed her phone was ringing from the bedroom. She quickly reached for her towel and rushed to get the phone.
“Hello, Mangeni”, the sonorous voice echoed.
“B.J, why did you hide the caller identity?” she asked curiously.
“Maybe you are wrong, My Fish, it’s theChosen one, it’s me Balondemu!” he smiled with smug satisfaction.
Immediately, she switched the phone to the other ear.
“Oh my God!‘Demu! Whaat? Don’t tell me this is you, I thought you were lost! I checked at your house in Kampala several times after you left for the States and your mother kept telling me that she hadn’t heard from you.”
“’Geni, I’m so sorry, I was busy pursuing career and had less time checking on my folks back home, especially you, and that’s why I’m here!”
“Hey! ‘Deeemu, you can’t be serious, are you back in Kampala?” Mangeni innocently asked.
“Yes, ‘Geni, I’m back, and you’d like to know that the distance between us is just a short one. From the entrance to your house to where I’m calling is so close…”
“Whaaat! It’s a lie! You can’t be serious!” Mangeni advanced towards the sitting room as her eyes followed the moving silhouette across the window curtains. It was of a man whose body-build looked so familiar. Balondemu had arrived at her residence in no time. It was a short drive from the Ugandan embassy.
Like an alien from the extraterrestrial, she was totally shocked as she flung the door open to behold the face of her old-time boyfriend back in their college days in Kampala. She was about screaming when Balondemu seized her in his arms, pulled her to himself and hushed her lips with a kiss. Mangeni allowed a brief kiss and immediately pulled herself out of his arms.
“’Demu you have not changed” she said under conflicting emotions.
“Neither has your black beauty diminished Mangeni, my fish!” He said lightly.
“Don’t you know I’m married? Besides, how did you get my contact?” Mangeni asked curiously. Balondemu shut the door behind him, and both stood at a step apart, looking at each other.
“I now work at our embassy here. I saw your info this morning on my system,” he smiled, eyes fixed on Mangeni. Mangeni, still clad in her short towel, suddenly became aware of his eyes on her. Looking down, she realized that the towel had slipped to reveal her cleavage slightly.
“So why did you come this unholy hour?” Mangeni asked as she embarrassingly pulled up her towel. Balondemu, pretending as if he hasn’t seen anything, withdrew his gaze from her body and directed it at the portraits on the wall, “So your husband is a military man?” he cooed.
“’Geni, do you know that it was because of what you always said to me when we were still in college about your desire to marry a military man just like your father that made me join the military after school?”
“And you forgot about me when you went to the U.S; I waited ‘Demu, I waited.” Mangeni yelled at him, and suddenly calmed down as the old memories with this her then college boyfriend flooded her mind. She was trying to resist the reignited pull towards him. And when Balondemu noticed the look of interest cloaked in uncertainty in her eyes, he decided to take advantage of the intense moment and so nodded as an inviting response based on his interpretation of the situation. Mangeni, however dashed his hopes as she excused herself to dress up inside the room leaving Balondemu in the sitting room. He eased his mind as he spread his arms to relax on the sofa but leered at the wet towel clung in-between her buttocks as she made it to the room. He then characteristically licked his lips and hit his hand on his head.
Mangeni had untied her towel and was standing near her wardrobe, choosing what to wear when she heard an unexpected sound at the door closed behind her. Even though Balondemu had tried to be stealthy, the door gave him away. And before she could utter a word, Balondemu lunged at her, crushing her body on his.
“’Demu, noooo….” She protested with a weak resistance as she had freely allowed Balondemu land her on the bed.
“Woooo, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, my fish,” Balondemu managed under heavy breathing, as he positioned himself over her. His hands moved around her body rapidly while Mangeni clasped her legs with his and started moaning softly. Balondemu almost loosened the buckle of his belt when suddenly his phone started ringing; it was a call from the embassy. The Ambassador requested for him immediately. He got out of the bed, straightened his squeezed shirt and laced his shoes as he gazed at Mangeni- whose eyes were squeezed shut and has covered her body with the duvet.
“’Geni, I have to go now, can you come over to the embassy later since you said you are off work today and your husband is away?” Balondemu’s voice begged soothingly.
“No! I can’t be gallivanting all over the place, I’m a married woman!” Mangeni shrugged. “Alright, I will be back as soon as possible” Balondemu assured her as he took off.
Waidi had alighted from the bus, and was wandering at the bus-stop, looking for a cheaper bike to take him down to where he was going. The previous bikes he stopped had charged additional fare for the battery he was carrying on his shoulder, but he had to succumb when he realized that time was running out. After all, he thought, he was going to recover his money as soon as he made the delivery. He kept patting the bike-man on the back to hurry up and threatened not to pay the 200 naira if he got to where he was going late. The bike man maneuvering his way, cutting corners between the light traffic on Lagos Island, soon dropped Waidi off at Bolaji’s gate. Instead of confessing that he didn’t have enough money and pleading for clemency, he resorted to deceit, claiming that he was late already. The matter dragged as he maintained his position.
“Na 150 I go pay,” Waidi insisted.
“I no gree o, after all the run wey I don run? Lailai kojo”, the bike man protested. As they raised their voices at each other, the gate where they stood opened and Balondemu eventually drove out of the compound. Balondemu instructed his driver to stop as he wound down to attend to the case of the noisy duo.
“Hey, men, you gat some problem?”
“Oga, na this man no wan pay me my money o” the bike man cried out.
“Oh, that’s ok” expressed Balondemu and in the spirit of a Good Samaritan, he saved Waidi from further embarrassment as he asked his driver to pay the bike man, and drove off.
“You no go give me the change?” Waidi shouted at the bike man who had accelerated down the road.
He pocketed his 150 naira, lifted the battery from the ground and made his way into the compound, shutting the gate behind him.
‘fEMI is a quintessential writer shaped by the Pan-African writing tradition and driven by the force of committed literature. He is an audible voice of the African literary heritage. ‘fEMI was born in Lagos-Nigeria on the 14th of April 1986. He has a background in Engineering and hopes to get a fresh degree in Literary Studies. He is a columnist and an eminent blogger. (www.iyemishi.com)