Mend

He rolled his torso backward and curled his feet under his ass, watching the terrified look on her face as she quivered a tear out of her left eye. He sighed heavily and got up with the needle still in his hands. He’s been doing this for a while and it’s becoming tedious and boring. All he wants to do is teach others what he already knows, self control and stamina. The world will be such a better place if everyone was just so. Just poised and controlled and right. He shuffled his feet to the rickety dusty table and propped one hip at a termite eaten corner. He stared at her still, hands bound in front, legs spreadeagled and bound against each wooden beam supporting the fragile roof. His gaze traveled up the wooden beams to the partially covered roof. A sparrow landed and peered into the room; it flew away quickly, sensing the foreboding aura. He turned his attention back to her, she squirmed and tried to plead with her big brown eyes. Beautiful girl, young and healthy. He likes them young; you teach them control at this age and they don’t grow into greedy adults running the world into a disarray. He straightened with a stump of his boot and she jumped. He didn’t like that, his face contorted into a grimace at her sudden show of fright and watched fright change to terror as he picked up the serum. It wasn’t a really complicated drug, and he gave them just enough. He made sure it was just enough, else it defeats his purpose.

Murmuring his reasons to her in a soothing voice, he explained why he needed her to stay alive during the ordeal he’s about to put her through. He explained how useful self control will be to them. He cited attacks in various countries and scandals by various world leaders. He made her understand that, he’s one of the chosen sent to redeem but he needs disciples. He needed her to stay alive. His voice had such soothing quality, she breathed easy just for a second then felt the brutal chill of his finger tips as he pressed down her jugular and inserted the needle at the base of her jaw, right under the skin. The serum will still her facial muscles and make her expressionless, while he carried on with the rest of the procedure.

She couldn’t feel her face. For a moment she thought the serum will spread to her entire body, she prayed it will. Her eyes rolled towards the rusted saws, knives and drills on the rickety table. Cold sweat broke on her brow, she counted her days. Her mind went to what she did that morning before leaving home. She remembered the unwashed pan from yesterday’s cooking and the fight with her neighbor about the littered compound. She had planned on apologizing after calling the man a slob, even though she was right and he is an insufferable slob. She cant quite remember what she wore and tried to force the image out of the deep recesses of her mind; then the blind white light came and she jolted in pain. He’d started with her pinky toe and was moving onto the other toes, using a pair of handy garden shears to pull out her nails, one by one. At the jerk of his muscular arm, he looked up and watched her reaction. She shook violently, he feared she’d break free so he stopped, picked up a warm towelette and sat by her side. He wiped the sweat gathering on his brow and explained to her again. Why it is important that she forgets the pain. That her eyes show no feeling. He promised she’ll feel absolutely nothing if she willed herself and asked her if she didn’t want that. Her eyes, they said yes, her face was still and calm; expressionless  just the way he wanted it. He finished off her second foot and went on to wrap the toes in cloth. He didn’t want her to die. It pained him when they died, it aggravated him, such weakness.

She felt his voice more than heard it. She was trying to remember the dress still, she couldn’t stop fixating on it. As the blind white light of pain flashed in front of her again, she wondered if it will actually damage her pupils and make her go blind. Then she wondered if any such cause of blindness existed. She tried again to remember, nothing came and then something. The pain continued, he was using the drill on her thighs now. He just made the sixth hole on her left thigh. Her legs were shaking from the trauma, she wanted to look at it. Look at what he was doing, she asked herself if it will work. He seemed so sure of himself, it must work all the time. She was floating, her legs were still shaking, she felt light and then she sensed freshly cut grass. She inhaled the freshness in, she was floating. He’d reached the crucial point and couldn’t stop, sweat poured down his back, the towelette had long disappeared. Right after his last drill, he felt a pool of wetness on his jeans. He started quickly, rushed to the table, came back to her in a scurry knocking down the rest of his kit in the process. He started suturing the wounds, applying pressure and willing the blood to stay in. He looked over at her left leg, tied to the beam a feet away, blood slowly gathering around it. He cussed loudly! Too much, too much bleeding, she was the one. She was taking it so well. Rushing to the leg, he blotted out the blood and applied more pressure on the opened wounds. Tears rolled down his face, he’s so tired. This would have been the last and the first. The success. The first disciple to make his dream come true. She felt cool to touch, he curled himself on her stomach and cried some more. Yet another failure and he is so tired.

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Magic on X’mas eve

She walked into the room full of people. Lights everywhere, Christmas is such a festive moment. No matter where you are and where you from, it’s always special. She continued her walk into the room, smiling at known and unknown faces. Basking in the admiration she saw in everybody’s eyes when they look at her. Her dress, a soft turquoise strapless gown, carelessly brushing her bosom and accentuating her voluptuousness. She turned around on her heels, throwing her head back to admire the chandeliers and there he was. First thought that crossed her mind, he’s not handsome. She didn’t like the fact that he was staring and gave him a straight disapproving stare. He smiled and started looking elsewhere. She walked to the serving table for some hors d’oeuvres.

She hummed to the music as she popped some mini pizzas into her mouth. She couldn’t help but think, ‘Hmm, this is an amazing party. Gotta get me a good looking man to dance with, maybe leave a lasting impression on him.’ So she downed her glass of champagne and took another twirl on her heels and that was when her night overturned. For some reason, she lost her balance, twisted a heel and landed on her knee. Wait, she didn’t really land on her knee, because she felt a strong arm on her shoulder, her knee barely brushing the floor. She looks up to thank her savior and it was him again ‘Mr. Not Handsome’.

He still had the same smile on his face, this time staring at her cleavage. And of course since she was on one knee, wearing a strapless dress without a bra, he was having a field day. She managed a somewhat graceful movement that brought her to his eye level and mumbled a thank you. His reply, ‘Don’t you just love Christmas parties?’ She looked into his face and the smile was still there, she thought again ‘This guy is not very handsome.’ He still had that smirk on his face and she was beginning to think that he’s making fun of her. She run her hands down her dress to study her nerves and managed an answer to his question. ‘Well, Christmas is a festive moment.’ She said with a stiff smile.

He was watching every move with intense interest, like he’d never seen a woman run her hands down her dress. She found it interesting that she couldn’t read any sexual innuendo in his eyes. Just intense interest.

‘Thank you once again,’ she said. ‘For what?’ He asked. ‘For breaking my fall, you know.’ ‘You welcome, you wanna dance?’

The alarms went off in her head and she thought to herself ‘Okay, take a break; I mean literarily, put your feet on the break paddle. Is this guy actually asking me to dance? Ok he’s smooth, very smooth. I’ll dance with him, just once; take that confident smirk off his face if nothing else.’

She smiled back at him and moved to the dance floor. But he stood there his right hand in his pocket, watching her. She stopped moving and raised her eye brow in question. He took two long steps and he was front of her, Her breath caught in her throat. At that moment, she knew she always had a bit of a weakness for a man in a suit with his hand in his pocket. He was still staring at her cleavage when he talked. ‘I asked you to dance, you didn’t say anything.’ He said softly, looking at her when he said the last words. Her smile weakened, this is guy is suave.  She put up a confident look and said ‘Sure. Why not?’

And they dancedJ. This was such an unexpected twist. She never would have seen herself enjoying his company considering the fact that she didn’t find his looks appealing enough. They danced till she couldn’t move on her stilettos anymore. ‘I’m having a good time with you.’ He leaned close to her face and whispered. Guess what she did, she leaned closer to him and parted her lips just a little bit. He looked down at her soft inviting lips, and she could swear she heard a growl come from deep within his throat, and then he leaned closerJ.

Let’s back track a bit. Do you know what she went through to get tickets to this party for herself and her best friend? Apologies to my readers if it wasn’t mentioned it in the earlier paragraphs. The writer was a bit distracted, by the story. What with the lights, food, drink and all those other interesting elements of the story, it’s a wonder that has come up now. Ok, she hustled an ex boyfriend who’s still smitten for the tickets. She certainly couldn’t bring herself to go alone but she desperately didn’t want to be caught sitting at home alone on Christmas. So she went shopping, bought the perfect dress, perfect shoes, painted her nails and got ready for the night. Party was supposed to start at 8pm, she was ready at 6pm.

She couldn’t wait. She knew she looked amazing, totally irresistible. She couldn’t wait for all the anticipated attention she’s gonna be getting at this party. And what excited her more, just ignoring all of those admiring eyes and having a good old fashioned time.  She called in a taxi and they left home for the party at about 7:30am. Wait, but she didn’t head straight to the party. It will not be a good look to arrive at a party way earlier than even scheduled.

So they went over for an early night Chinese food. Don’t assume she loves food, which will not be a crime by the way. The party was a cocktail soiree; the last thing she wanted to happen was to be swayed by her first glass of wine due to an empty stomach. So they had some hot Chinese food, got some wine to go with the meal. She was flushed and ready to party. They got to the party at 10.00pm and it was in full bloom. They rushed out of the taxi and were quickly ushered into the lights. They were so excited.

The moment they stepped foot at the party, they part ways. Promising to meet later during the night, they left plans on how to go home open. It was Christmas, a special moment that happens once a year and they were both having their own special moment. It was about 3am in the morning and they were driving on the quiet streets on her neighbourhood. She still didn’t know where her best friend was.

He stopped the car in the middle of the street, turned around and asked in the softest voice ever. ‘Could you step out of the car?’ She gave him a puzzled look. He said, ‘Trust me.’ They got down from his car, he took those knee weakening strong strides to her side of the car and said. ‘I apologize; I can’t wait till you get home’. He touched her stomach, moved his hands to the small of her back and pulled her towards him. She couldn’t take her eyes off him and couldn’t breathe. She felt him take in a deep breath and hold it, he clenched his jaw as if in control and then that throaty sound again. She felt his face touch hers, sensed his perfume or aftershave and then felt his lips on hers. And then there was magic.

Little musings

He walked the busy accra street, pulling his ‘trok’. Today has been a good day and his tray was filled with scrap metals ranging from parts of car engines and batteries to broken refrigerators. 

The sun was at full blaze and he was stripped to his tattered chemise that had seen better days. There were so much holes in their chemise with torn parts hanging loose from under his armpits. 

His entire body looked like he had taken a 3 hour bath in a pit of soot. The hawkers and pedestrians by the street felt compelled to move away as he trod along. He couldn’t be bothered, today was a good day. 

Then suddenly, he found himself in the middle of the street. He couldn’t really remember exactly how that came about, he got up and saw the same people who were avoiding him minutes ago wailing and running helter skelter.

Some of the female hawkers had both hands on their heads and all of them had one thing in common. Their faces were stricken horrid and a few shed tears. He couldn’t understand why these people were looking towards his direction with such bizarre expressions. 

He turned around to get his trok and go his merry way. That was when he saw it, lying in a puddle of blood and bones. A young man covered in soot, painfully gasping for air and stretching his hands to him for dire help. 

And then, the pain started, from the deepest part of his chest and it descended sturdily. Then another, searing almost like torture shot through his head and he screamed.

Aargh! He woke up drenched in sweat, yet another nightmare. He sat and stirred at his surroundings, heaved a big sigh of relief and got up. “Beeeeeeeep”…He almost walked straight into a trotro vehicle.

He turned around in confusion, the driver and his passengers’ insults sounding like a swam of angry killer bees. Aargh!….He run back unto the pavement, looked down at his torn shorts and spaghetti string shirt. He sighed once more.