Behind the Velvety Veil

BEFORE THE VEIL……………………………………………………………………

She pulls him into the room and closes the door, with a hunger that promises insatiability, she pushes him and he falls on the couch. She pounces on him like a tiger and rips off his white T-shirt. He takes hold of her arms, looks deeply into her eyes and asks

“Are you sure about this?”

She smiles, pulls off her red top and replies

“I’ve never been this sure…just make sure it doesn’t hurt much.”

He nods as a smile escapes his thumping heart. She stands up, goes to where the compact disc rack is and pulls out a CD having a collection of burned music. She squats to insert it into the DVD device and presses the ‘play’ button. ‘I Bruise Easily’ by Natasha Bedingfield exerts sensual power over the atmosphere. She stands up from where she was squatting, his gaze follows her every move as the whole anatomy of his being heats up to an almost climactic degree. Each step she takes to turn to him looks to him like moments in the freezing frame of a motion picture. She unhooks her bra without taking her gaze away from him,

“Aha!”

His eyes widen, piercing on the masterly crafted piece of supple and firm breasts. Her nipples point, winking at him. In the split of a second, so it seems to him, her pants falls,

“Oho!”

So is his jaw, like a piece of laxly wood. He beats the speed of light to grab at her, even the music playing fails to score that moment of passionate bravura, which he hopes impresses her. He is all over her, lifts her up and bathes her with kisses.

“Be gentle” she reminds him.

She takes his hands and leads him to the bedroom which is just a velvety veil away from the parlor, taking with her all the sexual paraphernalia made of clothing fabric, which they had ripped off each other.

BEHIND THE VEIL…………………………………………………………………….

The rocking bed, their heart beats and her soft moans score the gentle jerking action of thighs movement. He lifts her thighs high as he makes trustful thrusts. She surrenders to the pains and quakes under him.

BEFORE THE VEIL……………………………………………………………………

You open the door with your key, feeling very tired, you drag your feet and lay down on the couch almost sleeping off. Then you realize the DVD device is on, your favorite message from your senior pastor in Church is playing. The message is titled “Behind the Veil.” You have listened to the message several times but there is always a fresh insight and inspiration that capture your heart each time pastor’s baritone voice takes over the room. You remember the day you bought the empty recordable disc and burnt your collection of music on it from your laptop, from jazz to country, local and international music. You know the music that played before pastor’s message and you know what will play next. You wonder where she went to, leaving the DVD playing. Pastor’s message is just thirty minutes long and since you are sure she does not like any other sort of music except the gospel, you know she has been away for only less than fifteen minutes since the message is just half way through.

“Immediately our Lord gave up His life, the veil of the temple was torn from up down” the message goes on.

You have never touched her since you want her virginity intact. Though her constant visits do not help matters, you try many times to fight the temptation that often beckons. Truth be told, you love the kisses and even though you may not want to admit it, her body drives you crazy; the feel of your palms on her laps, your lips on hers. Many times you intentionally but subtly brush your arm on her breasts. She does not seem to like it. You do not want to pressure her, you know she will not put up much fight, but what will that make you. Youth president of your Church, that is what you are, and you don’t want that soiled.

“Jesus, the bride of the Church, died for her…” continues the pastor.

You just met with her parents last month and you remember how shaky you were, telling her father you want his daughter’s hand in marriage. Finally, she is going to be all yours, her body- the curves, hollows and dimples, all yours.

“Stand up my friend, now you can come to the throne of grace…He calls upon you, the veil has been ripped open, blood has been shed. Do not hesitate! O’ come before it is too late!” pastor lifts his voice as the message is drawing to a close.

You stand on your feet animated by the voice from the DVD device, taking measured steps and mimicking pastor’s voice as you say after him

” Come on son, the veil is opened! Blood has been shed! Do not hesitate! O’ come! O’ come! Before it is too late! ”

You lift the velvety veil that separates the bedroom from the parlor in the same dramatic vein with which you carry yourself and…

BEHIND THE VEIL……………………………………………………………………

Before your very eyes, you see her making out with him, on your bed- defiling it! You just stand there unknowing to them. He, on top of her, and she drills her nails on his skin moaning his name. Her eyes are closed, she revels in the sweetness of the moment, you can only imagine. You cannot say where the waves of hatred comes from, you just hate her!

“There is forgiveness behind the veil! There is healing behind the veil!” pastor’s voice reverberates.

Then she sees you and freezes from under him. He stops jerking, looks into her eyes and then turns to see you. He withdraws from her and wishes the earth swallows him, he calls you by name preceded by another noun, one often used among christian brethren; brother. He is your secretary in the youth fellowship! She feels shame, covers her nakedness and bows her head. Tears running down her cheeks. You stand there lost of all senses except your hearing which is still under the influence of pastor’s closing prayer

“For many under the sound of my voice…may they find healing and forgiveness behind the veil, Amen!”

There is at least a minute of silence in the room, enough to pump a murderous flow of adrenaline into its duct.

Then “I’m Gonna Kill You” by Wynn Stewart plays next on the DVD device. This makes you to charge…

BEHIND THE SCENE………………………………………………………………..

“CUT!”

I shout on the top of my voice for the hearing of all concerned, the cast and crew of the movie I am directing. My job as a movie director is not easy. I need to tell in pictures a story. I am like God who spies on the affairs of mortals and even sometimes, these stories are metaphors of my own real life.

There is a story behind every story. There is the real us behind the facade of the luxurious life we live as Nollywood stars.

“SCENE SIXTY, TAKE TWO…CAMERA ROLLING, ACTION”

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“For many under the sound of my voice…may they find healing and forgiveness behind the veil, Amen!”



12 thoughts on “Behind the Velvety Veil” by Oluwaseun Ojegoke (@ojestar)

  1. Hmmm, that message seems familiar; who knows, maybe we attend the same church.

    Different POV–third; then second; and finally, first–and they suit the scenes and characters.

    Nice…….nothing else, it shows you are a ‘church boy’–like me. But the babe get mind oh! to play that kind rough play inside ‘brother’ house.

    1. Lol….Every “Church boy” should be able to say something about the veil at the temple.

      I’m glad you enjoyed this. Thank you.

  2. Omg!!its captivating and so real cos its happening around us.Nice plot

  3. Human beings are the most difficult creature of God, things happen underneath the sun. nice one.

    1. True my sister. We are the only creature that betray ourselves.

      Thank you for stopping by.

  4. hmmm interesting…I personally enjoyed the switches in the story…got me intrigued couldn’t wait to see how it ends and then….another switch,…lolx amazing
    Thanks alot for sharing.

    1. Your comment inspires me and fills ink into my pen.

      Thanks a lot for reading.

  5. Beautiful piece…I loved every bit of it!

    Well done

    1. It gladdens my heart you enjoyed every bit of the piece. Saying it’s beautiful? Thanks a lot.

  6. Kudos to the writer. I love the style adopted and I must say you really did a good work on this.

    Things happen and what matters is not reacting to situations the way they appear sometimes.

    I really love this.

    1. Thank you for the commendation. I’m glad you love it.

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