DESIRES THE WEEKEND - EPISODE 6

“Yes tattoo or isn’t that one? Just by your right upper arm there”. I pointed in reference. She quipped and said it’s not a tattoo. I wouldn’t back down on my inquisitive behavior and when she finally opened up, I got the shock of my life.

This young girl or better still a lady has been in total devastation and nowhere to run to or turn to. She’s been in total downcast. She narrates that she’s always been maltreated by her step father. Step father? I began to imagine how deep that would be. I have heard stories of maltreatment from step mothers. But which is step father? As strange as it was to me, it was absolutely true to the core. Amidst tears she narrated how her father died simply because of her mum’s negligence.

Lola was at work usually but this time on night duty. She was just like the bread winner of the family because her mum cared less about anyone. She would always go out at night and return in the morning. Where she goes, no one was aware of. But by the time she’s back, she’s trenched with alcohol smell. Neither did anyone knew she was having an extra marital affair and engaging in adultery. That was so sad to hear.
Her mum taking advantage of her father’s meekness and gentleness, would always talk back at him and practiced all manners of disrespect to him. All these accumulated and resulted to him having high blood pressure. On that fateful day, her mum had gone out usually. But before she left, she had locked the door forgetting the poor man who had high blood pressure accompanied with asthma would need his inhaler. He had suffered enough I guess. Immediately after observing her forty days of mourning, she moved in her man friend who obviously according to her explanation was nothing to write home about as being a man. His habits were total zero. His attitude is on a negative scale. His respect for women and younger women was out of this planet. Lola wondered how her mum coped daily with this monstrous creature. Having heard her story, I prayed in me never to come across such men. Why would I even come across them when I knew what I wanted. That definitely is a no go area for me. I didn’t know when I joined in her tears as she narrated how the step father abused her and claimed if she didn’t sleep with him, he would rape her. Ever since that statement, she would always sneak out of the house. Being the drunk type of person, he would be asleep and before he wakes from his slumber, she would have been far from anywhere near the house. Sometimes hanging around but most times always in the hospital despite when not on duty.

Her scream woke her tired mum and found out her supposed husband wasn’t by her side on the bed. This made her to jump up with great force and follow the scream to see what was happening. Lola was ironing getting prepared for work when he moved closer to her and started whispering unpleasant words in her ears. He stood firmly behind her despite her threats of using the iron on him if he moved any closer than she can handle. Already she was in no place to out match him but she thought with her hot iron she was a bit safe. On getting to the scene, she looked at her daughter and also at her man friend. “Whoa” she said in total dismay. With shock she asked what happened and before Lola could open her mouth to narrate her grief, her oppressor had said Lola was always asking him for money and in his rejection she offered him her body which he forcefully rejected by having no option than to use the iron in his defense. Whoever she believed was left to her as Lola was left alone to carry the scar all around for all she cared.

I was by her side talking to her and also listening to what she had bottled up not until midnight hour. Only the sound from the TV was audibly heard. I told her to stay till later in the afternoon when she had duty the following day. I really don’t know her so I cannot have guaranteed her to spend few days or more with me. And doing that, I could be sued for harboring or maybe trying to traffic her. That's to what extent her mother can take issues to. However, I made sure I gave her my contact and assured her to making sure she calls me whenever she is in dire need of anything. Even if it’s an advice when she’s at a crossed road.

I am the type of person who have total trust in someone too easily and no matter how hurt I get or number of times my trust gets betrayed, I still have some little soft spot for the person. Despite her deep and touching stories, I was still on the look out for her. I must have slept deeply for me not to know when she removed my drip and replaced it with another. This was past nine in the morning. I woke up suddenly and noticed my hand was a bit different. I asked her what happened and she said it was time for another drip seeing the one there was finished. I thanked her well and dragged my feet up stairs and when I peeped through my window, I saw the little blanket I gave her to shield herself from the AC was spread out with drops of water touching the floor in sequence.

I called her when I got downstairs and I asked her if she had washed it and replied yes. She claimed she asked from my gatekeeper if he could spare her soap to wash it. I was a little confident in her as a person and she gained a hem of my trust that moment.


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DESIRES THE WEEKEND - EPISODE 5

I woke up to see Cherry paying full concentration on the road and yelling at those who chose to be disobedient and ignorant of the road signs. In no time, the sweats were gone. She revved one more time and turned off the ignition.

"Here we are. Home girl" she said with a good tone of excitement. I helped myself down from the car and was greeted by the gatekeeper. He was kind enough to ask about my health and also surprised to see me back home in less than twenty four hours.

I kept thanking her for choosing to spend the weekend with me. Some times the supplemented favor you need might never be said out before they come to you.

She would have to leave at night and get ready for work on Monday. But before I would let her be, I needed still answers to our last outing. Each time I ask her to regenerate the gist I would support with a wink.

"Okay fine. I know you are still hungry about the weekend. But you need to rest and not compound more and more problems for yourself". Her excuse was perfect. So she wouldn't tell me or say anything further. And if I don't remind her next, she would forget to mention it again.
In no time too, I forgot about everything and even the questions I had lined up in my head to ask her vanished too. Bringing back the past into the future could be more worse than anything. But that's just who I am. I have a meticulous nature of about seventy percent. I would say I got that trait excessively from my mum. You ever buy something, you need to state it out. You need to go somewhere, there was a time in and time out book we all signed as children. And she would monitor it. Though it didn't last for so long but while it was still effective in the mean time, we dare not to escape filling in that book. You wouldn't know when she would just come in all of a sudden unplanned and ask your whereabout. That's for my brother who sneaked out some times thinking he was clever enough to under match her intelligence. And for each time he swerved from the rule, there was a huge Price tantamount and attached to it. There was a certain time he had to pay heavily with his meal. And some times with his pocket money. We saw it all as modern day slavery and punishment never knew it was molding us for the better.
Well, now that we are grown, we can sit round the table and laugh out loud at every single disgusting incident we had.

It was time for Cherry to go. I was almost in tears. I hurried up a sorry face and emotions played their roles well at that moment. I wouldn't have to miss her much if I were also resumed to work because I know work activities would churn on us and we would only communicate at night. We sat for a while and kept talking for hours before she carried her hand bag. My clothe she was putting on and a good thing we are of the same size. Only some physical deficiencies which were obvious but as ladies, we knew how to improvise for them. That was no big deal. I escorted her to the door and her final bade ushered in an administered nurse who will attend to me till I get better.

"So you see, you aren't Alone after all" she smiled as she said and shut the door. I heard the taxi screech as I laid for the first phase of injection. I was surprised when the young girl; perhaps lady asked to help in anything I might want to do. I asked her immediately if that was included in their ethics and she couldn't give a definite answer. She said she just wanted to help around and covered up with "that's what she's trained to do." Care giving is her hobby. I sensed she wanted to dodge from hospital duties. "Thanks I will be fine dear". I said and she still didn't understand I meant she should leave. I went upstairs with little strength and might. When I came back down stairs she was still lingering around but this time, she has changed to a casual outfit. I concluded that something was amiss somewhere and I would figure out. Too many thoughts in my head and a million and one question to ask her.

First, why would you have to change your outfit in my own house? She couldn't wait till somewhere else to do that? I asked her to leave politely and assured her I will be fine but she insisted she's off from work duties and to my sensitivity I took my phone and texted the doctor.

I was lucky enough to have seen the name on her ID dangling on her chest together with her ID number. I couldn't recall the full number but I believe when I text the name, it should ring a bell in the doctor's head. It would be bad if he doesn't know all his staffs by name. I texted him saying I have seen the nurse he sent together with the name and also asked if she was off duty. He called back and then I made it not too obvious for her to understand. All questions he asked, I kept giving the yes answer and inner sound as affirmative. Then by this, I knew I was in the right hands for a while.

We were there sat across each other staring at the TV. I never gave my instinct a second chance. I kept glancing at her on occasions. There was silence in the room. I observed in one of my glances a blue black mark on her upper arm. Just a little covered by the dress she wore. Then I decided to ask just to break the silence. The deep silence in continuity just made me feel I was like in total darkness.

“But why would you change into another dress here? You should have at least waited till you get home”. She sighed and just shifted her position swiftly. She must have been lost in thoughts. Totally drained, that her answer was different from the question I asked her. When she asked for the question to be repeated, I answered by saying I just wanted to know if she’s okay and comfortable. But I didn’t stop staring at her upper arm and in no time I popped out the question like an angry detective receiving answers from a muted suspect.

“I love your tattoo. Though I can’t consider myself drawing one but when I see them I admire them on people”. She looked at me like she just heard me speak gibberish.

“Tattoo?” she asked with a scattered face.





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DESIRES THE WEEKEND - EPISODE 4

"Yes Miss Mariah. Anything I could do for you?

"Yes please" I stuttered gently.

"I just needed clarifications from you why you asked me to come to office by Monday. I am sorry I have to make you repeat your words. I am deeply sorry". I said

"It is obvious you were absent minded when I said the other time that the Regional manager will be here on Monday and he requested you come to supervise this big contract bid by three different companies. And you know we can't afford to lose a huge amount of money to cheap burgers who will not do justice as much expected".

Now I was clarified well after he said it was just for Monday and if the need be I need few days to be at work then the options are either I work from home regarding preparations of documents and minor work or I appear in the office and count my number of work during leave and have them immediately after I'm done. Of course I was thinking quite right and I settled for work at home. That is the best option and I will not deprive myself off my enjoyment. Besides, I will not choose to work in the office because I have a certain boss who takes every slight opportunity to rather have full concentration on me instead of paying full attention on what yields him pay, bonuses and salaries. My options were settled and final and thanks to God I have a very understanding boss who has always learned never to boss people around irrespective of their marriage status. Though In some very rare cases, his policy has bounced back at him and it took the intervention of a wise man still like him.
There were cases where he was regarded low and was never respected by some staffs. In no time the sack letters were prepared but this was duly after several corrections with soft and tender warnings.

I heard the sounds of plate and I knew someone was already at work in the kitchen. My best friend. I love her so much that we share everything together. From things I can't mention to the tiniest thing ever. She knew what just to do at the right time. Cracking of plates and sounds of tap running didn't stop until I dozed off right on the bed. I smiled carefully as I knew I would wake to do nothing other than eat. I trust her to have done dinner before I awake.

"Right about time"she said as I held my head due to slight headache. I guess the hangover was still having effect on me.

"Yeah. I must have slept for long. I said as I slightly tilted my head upward to look at the wall clock. "Hmm" I smiled and sighed.

Cherry had entered the kitchen and she was smiling wholeheartedly as she made set for the dining table. I could smell porridge. That is her best and favorite ever. She could eat that in the dream never minding anything. I had my first porridge when I was seven.

I remember me just coming back from school and I was so famished. My mom had prepared porridge waiting for Dad to return from his post office work. I looked into my plate and wondered if it were some kind of first class sacrifice. I eagerly asked what it was and the ingredients. My mom answered me as she kept moving from one place to another just to make sure the kitchen was well tidied. I didn't like it at first taste and ever since, I never neared it. Only for me to meet Cherry as my roommate and got stucked with her cooking porridge at most five times a week. Which means on every other day she doesn't make porridge, she would eat out. All her other food stuffs I always helped in doing justice to them.

"Meriah" she called out my name. I joined her on the dining and each time I crunched and I ate a bite, I felt pains by my forehead. It was almost like two forces colliding together in their mightiness. I took another bite and I was gone. That was all I remembered.

My sub conscious body laid on Cherry's laps while she kept screaming for help. My gatekeeper got alerted by her attempts and noises and being the mighty one, he lifted me straight though with some groans and headed to the car. Thankfully it was at night which means facing the oncoming direction, there was no traffic to have delayed us. And if there were, I know my best friend. She would take the one way and have to pay fine later if caught. She is just like that.

Another Angel was around. My Doctor.

He wasted no time as he helped in wheeling me into one of the wards. He carried out physical check up alongside first aid and told Cherry I would be fine. He said according to diagnosis that I suffered from accumulated stress and brain fatigue. Well I guess I needed the leave after all. No debate on that furthermore. She asked inquisitively if she could see me and he directed her to where I was. She was there till I gained full consciousness of my surroundings. I tried getting up but I noticed all sorts of wires were passed on me and the beep of another machine disturbing my peace made me know I was at the hospital. I smiled quietly as I saw Cherry chunking chin chin beside me. You would wonder if my life wasn't important to her but it was far important to her actually. You just can't force her to be emotional. Even when her brother died, she was as dry as a desert without a brook. Tear never dropped from her eyes at all. She just didn't see it as a big deal. Not at all. And not for any reason.

"Welcome back" she said as she threw the last chin chin in her mouth and kept crushing like she were some kind of ruminant.

The doctor came in and saw me awake. I could see his upper set of teeth out from his mouth as he smiled. He was filled with joy to see me conscious which left me wondering if I was that important to anybody. He read to me what landed me in his hospital and the only think I could deduce from what he said was that the test result showed I had taken heavy alcoholic drink which my body system was not used to. Coupled with that, it aroused my long awaited health scare and it made use of the perfect time to shoot its deadly arrows. He also warned I desist from taking alcohol or heavy substance drink at least till I'm much better. I looked at Cherry with a side eye and she almost bursted into laughter. I was somehow eager for him to finish his medical grammars and cautions so I could sleep again. I just kept nodding to everything he said including the ones that needed I voice out verbally. He got the catch that I needed to rest again.

"See you again and by then, you should have recuperated fully well" he smiled and turned his back. I did the final nodding as Cherry bursts into laughter. She respected that because the doctor wasn't out yet, so she diminished. But as soon as he shut the door, she bursts into another round of laughter.

"Did I just hear you say you are staying off from alcohol? Like seriously?" She teased. I wanted to poke her but I got withdrawn by the heavy drip on my back palm.

"What do you mean? That I can't stay away from alcohol?" I replied her back.

"Well you can but maybe with a mix of juice. With that, it tastes better and deceiving enough" she laughed again. I wouldn't have known if not for she told me how she tried different specie of alcohol brands and mixed them into the henessy bottle I had seen earlier on. She went further to say of how many cups and shots I gulped wanting for more before I was stopped. I pretended that didn't hurt. For goodness, I wasn't forced so I couldn't lash my rage on her. I used my hands to help my mouth and with that, I got extensively drunk. Why was all these now spilling out from her mouth when I was weak? I thought quickly. Why didn't she wait till I could roll out fresh waves on her and give her stern warning never to mix a drink for me. After all, I needed the answers but on the hospital bed wasn't the best time to hear everything. I never knew more actions I had committed were hanging on her tongue waiting for a command to spill out on her lips. I knew I can't do without having a glass of alcohol a day. After work hours or before bed. But miraculously each time I have alcohol before bed I would still wake up normal time and get prepared for work. I guess my mother's spirit still guides me then. I had no break in taking alcohol. Now I know where my accumulated whatever the Doctor diagnosed had been brewing from. They were just waiting for the perfect time to push themselves out while they must have been held like covalent bonds. While she was talking, I slept off again. That would be like the hundredth time I would sleep that same day.

I was awake again but this time with full energy. I saw Cherry's head bent on folded arms as she slept seated on the plastic chair. I wonder how she was comfortable with been in that position for a longer time. I guess she never stood up for anything except maybe when she went to get chin chin. That's only when I guarantee she walked and stretched her legs. The ward was silent so were other wards. I almost thought the hospital was empty and I began to freight. A hospital cannot be silent this way. Never. So I thought but I was proven wrong by the cry of a baby. That must be from the labor room. I guessed right. The doctor came in again. At first he peeped with the door opened at half way and saw I was awake.

"I have been here couple of times but I saw you were still asleep. Likewise her too".

"Thank you doctor" I said out with smiles. I almost said thanks man but that was my boy part. I can switch modes anytime depending on our rapport. He physically examined me again and concluded I've done better than the last few hours and to his amazement, I have a strong immune system to fight back. The word immune system I heard went deep into my ear drums and had a talk with my heart. "With your heavy drinking? Your immune system is still healthy to fight back health challenges?" That was grace. Honestly speaking I don't know what else to have called it if not grace. I've heard lots of health challenges for alcohol drinking women lined up enmass in her future. It wasn't actually my fault. Alcohol was never my thing and I never tasted a pint before. What led to my gross drinking habits, I can't mention now. It sure bring tears to my face each time I think about it. And my consoler is right here sleeping. Thankfully she wasn't snoring.

I noticed my friend stood up and went to ease herself. This time I was facing the wall but with my eyes closed. Just random thoughts. And by the time she was back, I had turned away from facing the wall. She sat down more relaxed and yawn with water dropping from her side eyes. She smiled at me and said "sorry dear. I am just waiting for the dawn so I can go and prepare something for you". At least I was loved and the love showered were for real. I instantly grew cold when she said that. I smiled back in return.

"If I were the MD or owner of this hospital, I would have an in built canteen or restaurant. It would have been easier". My condition had turned her into being a building consultant.

I laughed and said "now that they don't have what do you want to do? So because I am ill has made you think that should have been done".

"No. I am talking about people like us. We can't be here all day without refreshments now". I just shook my head. "After all you've swallowed yesterday, and the one you managed to crunch while beside me, you can still claim to be hungry. And unto who will the bill be upon?" She kept giving me the side eye look.

"Man shall not live by bread alone please". She retorted back at me.

I couldn't wait for dawn yet I knew I needed to be out of the place. I can't stand smelling those concentrated drugs that have some unpronounceable names. Though my nose could withstand to some extent. My mum worked as a pharmacist even though I didn't always stay in there with her. Her dream of establishing a good hospital faded off when my father was sacked from his post office work. We were left to her catering for us and me being the first born child, I needed to up my game to release her off the stress. All her savings went into paying of school fees and paying other debts and bills. It wasn't easy so to speak. Paying school fees for four children was like hell. It was gruesome and at some extent I thought I should drop out of school and give chance for my younger ones too. As God would have his way, my younger ones got scholarship to a certain level. Another Grace I call it.

In no time I was out of the hospital alas. According to the Doctor I was not to be discharged yet but due to my familiarity and popularity in the hospital, I was asked to go home and receive home treatment even when I didn't ask for it. "Finally" Cherry said. She drove home with care as I pulled the seat backwards to enable myself have rest. I asked her not to use the air conditioner. I needed to feel nature. With my seatbelt crossed over me, I slept off again




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DESIRES THE WEEKEND - EPISODE 3

I walked down slowly with the rail as support staring as I tried to gain balance. Should I shout or just join in the present action? It took me less than a mini second to decide on what to do.

Unfortunately what I planned in my head was totally different from the action I Carried out. I had initially planned that I would speak softly and exonerate my calmest attitude but the reverse was the case. I suppose it was due to the insolence and grudging noise that emanated from the sitting room. "In my own house? Under my roof?" I thought.

Before I could say jack all hell was let loose. There I saw my best friend with an unknown man from a mystery world all loved up in each other's arms smiling and drinking. Beside them was a cigarette pack halfway smoked out and a plate to put the ashes in.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I jeered them from their oblivion which made them shrivel for a second.

"And who's this in here Cherry?" I continued still raging in at the top of my voice.
"Will you get up and export yourself out of my house? Manners didn't drive good and very smoothly into your head that you are in a lady's house? And once you are done for the night you leave". I emphasized with deep concern.

He rushed himself and buttoned his shirt but before leaving he said "just for the record, it was nice staying in here with a lady and not a woman". Those words oozed out with puff of smoke from his mouth like a hurricane. After he shut the door I turned to my friend who was with half mixed emotions saying to me why I would drive her guest away. A guest? I asked my self in my head.

"You don't call a guest a guest in another person's house without their full consent or knowledge" I retorted out . Immediately she snapped back at me and I was shocked to the core. She said "well how do you think you got into your house slept on your bed and changed into your night gown, miss?"
I brushed my already rough hair and lowered my voice as I asked her "you mean you changed me into my night gown or he did?" She affirmed it was she who transformed me after the bad hangover like never before. "It just shows you are still young and fresh in the club. You don't take more than what your belly can contain because when you do, the head and body suffers it all". Those words were confirmation and same time site of relief.

She took the rest of the cigarettes alongside the ash bowl and went up stairs. There I looked at her helplessly as she ascended.
Stomach trouble began as the worms had started fighting for their rights. "I need to eat" I thought to myself. I headed to the kitchen to find it in a mess. Even my mother had never taught me such way of keeping the kitchen unclean and messy let alone the house. It was such in a detested position I would have thought we had a party filled with guests or it was deserted because I traveled for years. Looking at the plates, I automatically became lazy and just opted for cereal. I sipped every bit of the cereal with gladness in my heart. I was doing myself a favor and also the hungry Taliban in me. I have earlier been warned by my doctor to avoid skipping meals as I was at the verge of having chronic ulcer. And ever since, "I have put on weight" were the lyrics and anthem placed swiftly on the lips of colleagues and friends.

As soon as I was done feeding myself I concluded it was time I knew the latter part of the story. The ending which never played itself; I needed to know. I went to my room and met my best friend laid on the bed helplessly in a disfigured way. She must have been knocked out so badly from the remnants of yesterday's vigil which she observed with her so called guest. I shook my head and just covered her up with the duvet and went into the shower. In less than half an hour, I was out. Applying the pomade on myself, the blaring sound of snores pumping out from my best friend, I decided immediately she's awake she would leave the house. "Could that be enough reason? How harshly that is" I smiled to myself. I have somehow tolerated her snores even while we were roommates in school. Most times it would be so loud I would sleep with an earpiece on. And some other times she is quiet.

This occurs when we either have a test or exams. It was a two way thing which means she not snoring I could read and assimilate well. But whenever I choose to sleep, she activates into snoring. There were several occasions I confronted her and she claimed it's whenever she is stressed or tired she does that.

Luck shone as she turned her side, it decreased and later diminished. This time I was already feeling dizzy and needed to sleep too but certainly not in the room. I would rather take the guest room or lay in one of the sofas in the living room. I remember vividly my mum would always yell whenever my siblings and I choose to sleep in the sofas. She would say "don't you know this is the living room? A place for visitors and what do you expect when visitors come visiting?". So I knew definitely sleeping in the living room was ruled out. At least if I forget anything, I can not forget the manners of my mother. I was on my way to the guest room when I heard her sluggishly saying she needed to use the toilet. I turned back and laughed and saw my dear friend's eyes closed tightly and talking. She must have been sleep talking and if I didn't do anything to stop her, she will mess up the bed. I woke her with a very huge slap on her thighs. The way she jumped from the bed and went straight to the toilet was very funny. I wished I had a camcorder to have taken her actions. I know if I didn't leave the room immediately, that would be a huge disruption for me having my own nap too because by the time she would be done from the bathroom, she would have been finally awake. She could come out from there and start another round of gists. As much as I still was inclined to the happenings the previous day, I knew that moment wasn't the best time for me because I was half way dizzy while standing. I stepped out the room and off I zoomed into the guest room.

The other day something disrupted my afternoon nap, my actions towards the person was justified and that was to my youngest sister. I had informed her I needed to sleep and she should man my room and ensure no one not even my mother disturbs me. She affirmed only for her to barge into my room saying she heard sound of shower and thought I was awake. I was not responsible for what happened next.
The same thing happened after I was not more than five minutes into my nap. But this time, it was from a higher rank. My boss. He called me and the mistake which I made was to have left my phone not on vibration or better still, powered it off. I didn’t answer the phone until after I was satisfied lashing words at him. And grudgingly i answered the phone.

Judging from my sleepy voice, he knew he needed to make things snappy. But as snappy as it was to him, it wasn’t snappy enough to me. So I feigned a dozing voice and the last word I heard was "see you on Monday." I snapped out of my drama and kept repeating "hello".

"Why would he say see you on Monday?" That statement surely needed answer.

"Didn't he knew I was on leave and just spent a week off my leave?"

"That is the reward for being a diligent and remarkable staff in the company" another voice answered me. But what was it they couldn't handle or have taken care of without me there? I thought again. I tried calling him back but I was stopped by the petty voice saying I was out of airtime. Two things to do. Send him a mail stating I was out of town or something. Just needed to give him a perfect excuse why I would be absent for every reason. Moreover, I didn't want to use the leave as an excuse as I was not in charge of administering leave of office to workers. Then the bombshell dropped in me. Yes I had the perfect plan and I was sure it would would work out.

I immediately recharge my phone thanks to the almighty offline recharge done by banks. I called him and there was no response. Then i thought of the unexplainable alternative. For no reason will he say he won't see my text message. All the while I was typing the message I felt a strong urge to just call him and know the reason why he asked to see me back to work. Finally, the voice spoke after the ring and it turned out to a female voice. His Secretary who then transferred me to his phone.




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DESIRES

THE WEEKEND - EPISODE 2



I couldn't hide the gush of smile which afterwards turned into loud burst of laughter. A loud hailing revived me back that I was actually standing before a man waiting for an answer.

"Well, just to have fun basically is what would have brought a rare beauty like us out". He asked few other questions simultaneously between my best friend and me.

Soon, we were in and we waited in eager for the main event. Couple of minutes into the whole function, there started to be a difficulty in the technicalities of the instruments used. In no time the whole anxiety in the air began to diminish and some of us had no option than to leave the event. Some stormed out angrily while others expressed their anger ferociously. In order to quench the anxiety because I knew for sure I couldn't return back home with all the practicalities displayed in my mind. To us, that was no definition of fun and we immediately came up with an idea of settling in a club. Thankfully it was on a Friday which means anything goes.

I could feel right from the entrance the energy of the people in there. Obviously the people in there were having fun like it was their last. The serene was so conducive and I concluded in my mind this was the best club I've ever attended so far. Cheekily my friend smiled as if she knew what I said to myself. I wondered why it had been men attending to us all the while. Here before us taking down our orders was a cute fair in complexion dude dressed in a very neatly ironed shirt with a well gatored trouser to match. His hair made him look like he was from the Arab states. Let me not mention about his smiles. It looked imported. My friend had ordered and it was my turn to. I ordered a Chapman as starter and in few minutes, I ordered for intensive alcoholic drink. The name I can't remember now. I remember I danced and grooved to every song played out of the exhibited loud speakers by the DJ. I sang along without missing any lyrics to the popular songs played. Almost like ninety percent of the songs played I knew them off heart. As I sang to a very danceable song, I was politely requested by another guy to accompany him to the dance floor. "Oh! Lord" I said out loudly to myself. I looked round in three sixty degrees and didn't see my friend anymore. The next I would turn to see, she was in full position taking charge of the dance floor with some guys. I laughed and didn't want to be deterred so I danced till I was out of energy. That was the last thing I remembered.

I was brought back to life by the rev engine of a neighbor. I hit my head slightly and I stared at the messy bottle again. "Whoa!" I said. "Could it be me who then ordered for this drink? Drank till I was unconscious and drove myself home?" I thought with a heavy heart as I stood up from the floor. Nose diving into the bottle slowly, I smelt the drink and immediately I knew it was mixed.

Another “Whoa” slipped out of my mouth. I went into the bathroom and poured the remaining contents into the bath tub. There and then I was satisfied and I started figuring out what to do. I went downstairs to the living room and I got the shock of my life.




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DESIRES

THE WEEKEND - EPISODE 1



I woke up obviously tired with pans and tonnes of headache. And it all looked like I was been nailed on as I still didn't get full control of myself as a human. Resonances about the previous day has failed completely. I sluggishly pulled the duvet over from me and sat upright looking into thin air like I was induced by some kind of persons. I was there for minutes before scratching my head and there I broke my fixed nails.

"Oh! Gosh" I shouted and stared at the broken nails lying helplessly on the bed. Then I pushed myself away from the bed and right before me was a half clean mirror which gladly portrayed the person whom I was at the moment. Peeking at my scattered hair and plunged face I realized I had just recovered from my state of thundered drunkenness. I sniffed my nose and pushed with my index finger but that was none of my business at the moment so I thought. It wasn't the first time I would be drunk but this was actually the first time I would be excessively drunk beyond corrections and measures.

In a Sheepish way, I sluggered away from the mirror not because I needed to do anything important but I hated the fact that it had to remind me of whom I was actually. Closed minded as I was and heeded to nothing I was been told. The freedom I have always wanted is here and I got it beyond more than I thought I would need it. It smiled at me and said "Yes Meriah, you have been accolade with your utmost dream of freedom. Here is your chance to prove to the world who you are and to what extent you can make things happen". As I walked away to nowhere in particular, I was just roaming about the room with no specific intention of actions to carry out. I noticed a bottle of half placed under the bed with few contents still in it. I moved closer to it so as to get a closer picture of the strange object. And there it was. A bottle of Henessy. "But I don't drink henessy" I said loudly to myself. So how the hell did it get itself into my room? It was there and then it dawned on me I was at a party the day before on sighting my shoe.

It happened so suddenly. I was dressed in a full fucial pink transparent dress. This dress I ordered which I got a wrong item at first and returned before actually getting what I really ordered. Few hours before the event, it was though as if it would be my last. Anyways that's how I lived my life. I lived it without conscience and posterity. I needed no one to tell me what is wrong and what's not wrong.

"I must dress to kill today. After all I am here to mingle and do a little show of the natural." Those were the exact words I said to myself after applying the last touch of make up on my face.

My friends and colleagues have always admired my face being the round one that fits for a good bespoke of specs. Not to mention about my smokey eyes, I have had a guy who just staring at my eyes as he spoke and for every second he spoke, he always complimented them. I closed my purse which had only my gadgets and earpiece with some light make up kits for emergencies. I looked around the room and smiled at myself satisfactorily. "Gbam" the door closed behind me and I could hear the sounds of my stilettos and I was well pleased. Six inches stilettos aren't my thing always but I needed a higher grade of confidence to boost my alter ego.

Stepping out of the compound I removed my shoe and wore my flip flipflop which is the tradition for us women, I heard a bang on my passenger's side window. I wouldn't have noticed any one was there due to my enormous concentration by replacing my new shoe to a lower form. I peeped from my side eye and saw my old time friend same as my bestie who we had planned to go out together. I thought she had changed her mind when I didn’t hear anything from her again as I called only to hear the regular voice in from the other end. I wasn’t in total astonishment to see her but what got me scared was the way she acted like a stranger. I wound down the window and unlocked the door. The simultaneous sound made from the door she shut also resonated with my final loose of strand of my shoe. She immediately said her battery was flat and was just hoping I wouldn't have gone before she arrived here as planned. We drove amidst my fuel gauge giving a yellow sign before the red sign. On countless times I ignored the alert and kept assuming the gas would serve us before we get to a fuelling station. I decelerated on sighting the first gas station but the queue in there would make us just lay our bed there and forget we were headed to an event. I kept on saying silent prayers alongside my best friend as we gisted. The last time I said a prayer, I can't recollect at all. Alas we got to a gas station with lesser queue but the hike was almost like double the previous price. We had no choice as my best friend had made enough justice to the atmosphere with her sweet talk of plans we will execute at the event. The event which was organized by our then head boy as a get together of our set back in high school. I immediately fueled with a well served number of litres and it just looked like it was an endless refueling.

Finally the sound of the pump ended and I brought out my debit card to pay. As I did my seatbelt, I spied at my friend who was watching an hilarious short clip. From the sound track, I knew I had watched it so I bothered not to interrupt her at all. In no time, we were at the venue and we were ordered by a very tall, dark guy. He was fully kitted in black apparently appeared to either be a bouncer or a well trained protocol officer. I wouldn't have seen his face due to the dark side beyond my view. I just followed his hand features and "thank you" was what I said as he nodded back in affirmative. Immediately I saw him through my mirror he had other duties to perform. He directed a huge SUV beside us. My bestie would have caused a scene because as she opened her door, it collided with the opening from the SUV too. Which made a loud sound. Thankfully, no dent whatsoever feasibly appeared and that was how we walked in to the red carpet with anxiety and gracefully cat walked till all eyes were on us. There were screams here and there as we kept seeing old faces. Some who were married and others like our single status.

Immediately, we were accosted by a very bright and charming chap who obviously was a presenter doing his job dutifully. Answering one of his questions, I remembered he said "what would require damsels like you choose to be hotter than the event itself?".



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