Let's go creative

Saved by an enemy

On the flight back to Lagos, Bode was finding it difficult to think straight. Scary thoughts came to him as he stared at the clouds. And for the first time in a long time, he thought of praying. He closed his eyes,he wanted to stoop down to feel he was praying right. For about fifteen seconds, he was trying to figure out how to start, he sighed heavily. "Dear Jesus...thank you... Forgive me... God please!! take care of Peju. I don't know how to say this Lord,but I'm scared, just give me one more chance to make it right, please Lord.",finally words came out.
People had stopped trooping into Jacobs house,but it was still filled with people. Toni suggested that they report to the policemen, but Uncle Thomas thought it was better to wait for Bode. "It's almost 3hours,we can't just sit here and do nothing ",Mrs Adegbesan said. Folake was amused,that was the first time her mother didn't support her son. She smiled," Bode is coming, I have sent Akani to the airport, he will be here soon.",Folake replied. The house resounded with the car horn,"Mr Jacobs has arrived!",Jasmine notified and everyone rushed out. Bode alighted and Folake rushed to meet him with tears in her eyes,he embraced her ,"We don't really have time Folake,any news?" Bode asked immediately he released her." Peju has been kidnapped, and they want five million Naira cash for her release.", Folake rapped. " Okay...let's go to the bank",he said turning to get into the car. "But we should go to the policemen first, five million is a lot", Folake called after him." I can't risk this Folake, I've seen situations like this, and it doesn't go pretty well for those who involve the policemen. Let's get our daughter first, it's dangerous she's with them. We can involve the policemen later, please. ",he explained and Folake nodded. Uncle Thomas and Mrs Adegbesan followed the couple into the car leaving Toni in charge of the house. " Stay safe!!"Folake had told Toni before she left. Jasmine walked up to Toni "Do you think they will bring her back?",she asked,she was scared and it was so obvious." I trust God,he will protect her,she will be back. Safely",Toni assured her. "Come on,let's go inside", He gestured her into the house.
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Peju was alone with her diary. " Seconds became minutes, minutes is now hours, God please,it can't turn into days..."she entered into it. She was about to write something else when she heard someone approaching. Guessing it was Felix,she closed the diary and pretended to be asleep. She wasn't ready for his chitchat. The door was opened and closed almost immediately and very quietly. She got suspicious because Felix had never open the door like that. She opened her eyes without moving to see who it was,a figure that was definitely not Felix approached her. He moved cautiously so as not to wake her up. Fear gripped Peju. She could take a stab at what he wanted, and she held on to her pen tightly. 'I'd kill him if he tries anything, I swear it'. When he was close enough, he lowered himself before her. But before he could lay a finger on her,she jabbed his thigh with the pen and he let a thunderous scream out as she pushed him away. She tried to run to the door, but he grabbed her leg."Help!!",she screamed as she kicked and fought with all her strength. He struggled up, tore her dress off and tried to overpower her,she grabbed the pen and poked his hand severely,"Help!!! Someone! Anyone!!", she screamed louder. He slapped her with his other hand," No one will save you! No one can save you! You are caged!",he cried fiercely as he approached her removing his trousers. Peju was cursing loud and before he could descend on her,the door creaked opened and Baba Comrade rushed into the room. "Wole! Stay away from her!" he ordered disgusted at the situation. Wole stared fiercely at Baba Comrade, "Why? Ok, you go collect your five million naira and pay your daughter's hospital bill, Wetin be my gain?Nothing!",he snapped as he tried to grab Peju. " I said let her go! If you touch her, I will blow your head off. " Baba Comrade pointed his pistol at him. Wole gave him a daring look,he grabbed Peju's hand and the gunshot went off. Peju screamed as she saw blood gush out of Wole's head,she had witnessed two murder on the same day,by the same person. She couldn't take it anymore, she passed out.
Bode had withdrawn the money,it was meticulously arranged in a briefcase." Thank you very much",He thanked the cashier and walked out of the bank. " I can't believe we're paying criminals five million naira. I still wonder why we can't go to the policemen, this is very risky and a waste of money." Folake complained bitterly as Bode got into the car. "Any call from them yet?" Bode asked, ignoring her. Folake continued "Bode,why can't you just listen to me? Let's call the policemen, this is a waste of money, Toni needs thi...","Is this about the money for your son's fees or your daughter's life? Which one should matter to you right now? Folake,I'm confused! Don't you love Peju? Really,what's the difference between you and your mother?" Bode resorted sharply. Folake was dumbfounded, Mrs Adegbesan was ashamed,Akani pretended to listen to the radio and Uncle Thomas wanted to laugh terribly,but he knew the atmosphere was too serious for mockery. Everywhere was dead silent. "I just want Peju safe,even if it would cost me all I have." ,Bode said softly and Jasmine's phone rang almost immediately. Bode picked,it was Baba Comrade. He directed him to the venue he would drop the money and get Peju. He dropped the call warning Bode to come alone and not to involve the police."Okay,just don't touch her. We're on our way.",the line went off."They have given us the venue to drop the money, we'd have to go. Akani you know Simpson street,right? Please take us there.",Bode told Akani. Akani nodded,while Folake folded her arms; "Yes,you're the boss",she whispered loud enough for Bode to hear. Bode ignored her, Mrs Adegbesan was mute and still ashamed, while uncle Thomas was enjoying the drama as Akani ignited the car.
It was 3:47 and still no news about Peju or the fivesome that went for her. The suspense was too disturbing, even children were quiet. Jasmine had her eyes closed, shivering out of fear. Ten thousand thoughts swam in and out of her head about Peju,and they all weren't nice." I think we should pray",Jasmine suggested. Toni nodded and Bose rushed to get a scarf. The trio held hands to pray,Amaka joined the circle, followed by Mrs Okeke, other aunties,soon everyone in the house,joined the circle as they prayed for Peju in Jesus' name.

Life used to be fun like this
As heaven looks calmly seated there like that
Even the worst of the herbs grow close fine so good next to herbs
And rains would do us visits in due seasons before we even know it you'd know
The sun in his own microbiosis would seek our farms early enough so
lettin' us have enlightenment and enjoyment at twilight's fall just like that. 

Each day was bright and big and appealed to our senses
Our clothes were mould of straws and pebbles in dirt rest on all heads
Our horses were not horses. Our horses are black busy beatles
Dirt and dirt they roll into one and as we had worked a bit to reap for bounty intake
We ride on their scaly backs as we collect and their dirt, our fathers do smoke then and laugh like giraffe.

We used to have no class but a community of one mind
When my cheeks were as strong as yours stand
Shining at their peak and rotund as you jump reflecting our sun in this North
And the game which we used to play you are playing clothed with uniforms
And leafy badges looking white with White's ideal logos on 'em
We did not share but straws of pants
Kala, green cabbage of skirts and bananas, yellow for hairdo
And bloods of hen or roosters for lipstick we had.

Young and agile in that youthhood and we understood
Truth of time and facts of beings and not being
Older we grew than your fathers and mothers be again
No vacuum no fain nor failure
No definitions like you now know now from rolls today
Education tho' appeared good but listen to the next coro before I rest.

After creed had to steal your stolen pride
Because we are black while tho' our chameleons change similarly as
Alien philosophies and simplex idiosyncrasies made their leaders lead to hang leaders innards on 'em, bamboo sticks and spiny cactus seeds they had long planted elsewhere to to to boom boom boom
And the belief they speak for they kill for to speak for
And the leaders they speak for they kill, and still speak for
And the kids they slaughter for they slaughter, slaughtering for
And fine pants they lay with to caress and cool their libido with they behead for, they behead
And the farms they boast for they match on and spoil with fires and lousy bangs from round macaroons.

Rabbling legs rustling the dried décor leafs leave on the earth
With sticks that spread ministries who cause red milks to ooze when speak
in 'ingsoc'. And those long dog family with louder barks. Bite you and your dead hands and legs and those not dead to being zombies --
Looking harmlessly rabid, soaked in woes of rabies
And we can go to check
We can go and check
Stop dancing, to go and check
Continue dancing, to go and check
Oh! Don't dare go and check
the valleys they came through with iron sticks as their spokespersons  are still traps and
Their mad dogs, iron in course that barked through one wall to the other
Are still there feigned as flowers with red milks of your own, licking down forming oceans of agony for you a to sail...
O!  Look, don't look back as you are
Check not the seas so red from the past hands for they are
Continue to rejoice beyond the abuse of the pasts you have aced through
Watch and clap your hands as legs flow within rhythm so true
And hands roll up and break in grand styles as they do
Sing on and laugh out like we would do with our dirty teeth then
To cause another change for good with your pencil and your pen.

©Jodekss '17

Pew! Pew! I Stand alone in this chamber
Dejavouring over and over again in ember
Lost in these shades I remember
The clumsy strides of the previous member
Clustered away in thoughts, I fall in deep slumber.

Crows jolt me out of my sweet wild imagination
With my egoistic pose I put in ration
The renaissance of my purpose in definition
I solemnly pay obeisance to the only true creation.
The best artist of the commeration of generations.
Chattering away to ease me of frustration.

With arms akimbo I address my consciousness
clamouring to rectify and intensify my happiness
Well they say money makes the world go round
Which means most of us gat work to be done
I lay wait in the shadows of excuses abound
Wake up!! Wake up!!! excruciates in dreams dream.
Like sounds in my ears and scenes to my ears
mesmerizes me with your presence.
Dear money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

©kingwills

Tell this to that girl
who seems to think
that the world didn't mind herㅡ
that no one understands her
Because she isn't pretty enough

Tell this to that boy
who has a low self-esteem
'cause he thinks
no one believes in him
Because he isn't good enough

Tell this to that ladyㅡ
sitting on one cornerㅡ
who has an innate talent in poetry,
but too hesitant to show off 
her real talent, really.

Tell this to that guy
who keeps on counting his failuresㅡ
his wrong choicesㅡ
and now thinks
that he is worthless.

Listen, everyone.

You are born with a purpose.
Never think that you are valueless,
or even senseless.
You are just clueless
from what is really waiting
once you see this road's ending.

You are made because of a reason.

Perhaps, you are the future president of your country,
or you are the next top model of a magazine company.
Maybe, you are the next superstar,
or the most outstanding ambassador,
or even the most stellar.
You seem to look at these icons and stars
from a far.
Admire them a lot!
Fancy their fashion style,
be fond of their toothpaste-alike commercial smiles,
but you can be them, honey.

You can be better than them!

Wear your invisible crown, my lady.
Be your own version of a real queen.

Man up, buddy!
Be a bold soldier who keeps on fighting,
while struggling.
Brace yourself, because one of these days,
you will become a king.
Be ready.
Show the world what you've got, really.

Spread your wings.
Fly and be free.

©️Da_Empress

Chapter 3
….continued.

Bankole had a wife and they had had three children, all males. Two of the male children were not yet fully adults and his first son whom he loved so much and had just reached adulthood, two moons prior. The mother was the one at the fore with the first son at the rare. The rest were between them (as this is precaution in case of any necessity). As Bankole would always feared, “every bush paths and walk ways around us here as well the paths for the beast to tread. So, my sons, always be wary whenever you are using any of the paths to the farm, when the sun had gotten to its peak in the day.
As they continued on the journey to the farm with each of them bearing shoulder-high the expectation Bankole had to have been close-by to catching up with them, the second to the last child of Bankole, who is, though a male but had the sonorous tone of his grandmother who died just of recent, began to sing sonorously and loudly. His voice was so beautiful and enticing to the extent that even the leaves on the either sides of the bush path started to blossom simultaneously with each sound he made as he rendered the ancient song taught him by his grandmother (who was no more). The rest would not join him yet as they were getting ready to blend in with him at the exact spot where they could flow well with the rhythm he started it. Suddenly, they synced in and they all sang alongside Ogunmodede, the second to the last child of Bankole.

“Aye bami gbe
Ayeeeeeeeeeee… bami gbe eeeeee
Orun aye yi manika ah
Orun aye yi manika ah
Orun aye manika ah
Ah ah…ah …ah …ah apanirun eni ni o
Oluwosan ni o…
Eda to le lati gbekele
Abarameji eda
Ourn kan kan tan tun mo si meji…

Chorus:
Si meji-si meji
A yi biribiiiri a tani lori
A yi biribiiri a mu ohun ogbin yori…

Aye bami gbe
Ayeeeeeeeeeee… bami gbe eeeeee
Orun aye yi manika ah
Orun aye yi manika ah
Orun aye manika ah
Ah ah…ah …ah …ah apanirun eni ni o
Oluwosan ni o…
Eda to le lati gbekele
Abarameji eda
Ourn kan kan tan tun mo si meji…”

It was one of the many mystical ancient songs Ogunmodede’s grandmother was able to pass across to him before her death so that the song would live on in the mouth and in the course of revitalizing cultural heritage. The mother told him it was a pity that his son, Bankole could not have a female child before she would leave to continue to sing endlessly with the rest of her ancestors, who were already preparing grounds for her arrival. She felt she would have taught the songs to the supposed female child if at all he had had one. She urged Bankole, to try and outlive all the troubles which would sure come his part. She said to him, “Ba mi, a lot are yet to happen to you. Hell shall become of heaven lying across your flat and innocent tummy but you should try and enourage forbearance ehn! I am leaving but the rest of my ancestors and I shall join hands as brood and be there for you at the peak of your needs.” They still sang on with Ogunmodede’s voice reverberating and permeating through the shades of the air and its wavy might abound as it nudged the root of the trees that could hear the sibilance of his own leading voice to the tips of the trees. Even the sun which learnt of the theme of the song and the sonorousity of the effect of each rhythm and it began to rejoice by growing dim in light taking up coquetry for a noon garment. The last child, suddenly, stumbled against a pointed hard stone on the footpath and fell. This brought an end to their song. As the eldest son went to beg him and began to see to the injury. It was in the midday already, their blood was as watery as water itself. There was oozing blood on the road path. It was slow before but it began to poof and it stained the path as if a chicken had just been slit at its throat on the path. Ogunmodede quickly walked back as he saw an herbal leaf just few steps backwards which would help to stop the blood. He ran back without telling… he was back before long. The mother collected it and said “Good of you”. She immediately squeezed the leaves together her right hand with the leaves on her left. She began to rob the two palms together and she was doing that, her palms were becoming blued-up the more. She needed water to come out of it but it was not. The child was still crying as it was yet paining him. The eldest one was there holding his leg and his head begging him it would be alright. Ogunmodede, haven known water the mother need, he said to her to add her spittle to safe he moment. He continued by saying it was nothing as she was there mother –there was no abomination in that. She taught about it before the blink of an eye and she added it and rubbed it and there was water. She squeezed it over the injury and as each drop to effect on his toe, he made incredible painful noise. She placed the grounded leave on the toe and wrapped it up with a piece of her cloth. She backed him and proceeded to the farm. The farm was just at the back of the bamboo tree which they were looking at. The eldest son was the one at the front then… He was able to see from afar...
“Hey, mama… hide hide hide… Something is not right…!”
They all hid at the side of the bamboo tree disorderly, with the rest the rest two sons at the back of the eldest. The bamboo had its green straws jellied down causing a much secured covering best for ambush.
“They are the king’s guards. I know them very well. They are animals” said the eldest son warily.
“Ehn… we didn’t do anything. They wouldn’t have sent them to do us any harm. They might just be resting under the tree to proceed to wherever they are going soon” said the whimsically, the mother.
“No, it does not look like that. I could see slave cage even from here, opened. Something is not right mama, better still, we return or we wait for father.” Said the eldest son.
“Ehn… I don’t understand. Would he use a year to greet his friend ni ehn…  Abi…! I know what to do. I and the rest would go you would not leave here. We would go as if we have not seen them before. Don’t leave here! I hope you understand why I am asking you to do this…!” remarked the mother.
“I understand mama!” He said as nod warily in agreement really he understood.
She left the haven and proceeded, yet, with the injured child yet at her back. As they saw her, they thronged around her, lifted her up into the cage, the rest of the children were fettered and packed inside different sacks with big holes on them, so that they might be able to inhale and exhale.

To be continued…
Jodekss

Jasmine help!

  At 1:15pm, in the building where Peju was, there was hot atmosphere, as angry faces fell on Peju.
"How can you say you don't know your parents' number? Is this a joke to you?", the gang leader shouted fiercely.
Peju who was now more angry than scared at the man who killed Dauda screaming at her resorted" I don't know their numbers ok?! They were never around. I only know Dauda's number because he was there! Whenever an emergency came up it was Dauda!" She paused. "And now, he's gone, because you killed him."
The building was quiet, everyone was shocked. No one has ever spoken to Baba Comrade like that before. Even Peju's eyes were misty.
"Okay, isn't there any other number you know apart from Dauda's Baba Comrade asked softly and every other member of the gang was shocked again. Peju sniffed,
"I know my best friend's number, she's not living far from my house." Baba comrade nodded," That's not useless, let us have it. What's her name?” He asked.
"Jasmine, her name is Jasmine." She replied.
Sunshine estate was one cool neighborhood. Most of the rich men in Lagos were residents in it. It had enough trees, restaurants, religious places, schools for formal and informal education. In it, Jasmine's and Peju's houses were located, a little far apart. Driving through Sunshine estate was exciting, but driving with Mrs. Okeke; Jasmine's mum could be annoying.
"Amaka, did you see the number of gifts that Toba collected… bout five or so? And your sister collected just one, for what? Best behaved," she said irritably while Amaka rolled her eyes. Jasmine shifted uncomfortably, "Jasmine, your dress outshone the others, really lovely. Beauty queen." Amaka teased trying to change the topic. Mrs. Okeke frowned "Oh! So, I don't deserve a reply, right? It's not your fault. When I was telling you to stop taking her to those talent shows, you didn't listen. Thank God she even passed WAEC with credits in all subjects. Instead of her to study, you encouraged her to sing and draw. Now, let's just pray she would pass JAMB, so someone would finally study Medicine,” Mrs. Okeke hissed. "Yes, Medicine, your dream career.” Amaka retorted and an argument started. Jasmine swallowed hard.
   Mrs. Okeke had wanted to become a doctor, but her parents changed plans when they married her off to Mr. Okeke. At first she hated the young man for destroying her dream, but as time went by, she saw how loving he is and gave him a chance. Amaka could have been forced into science, but she knew and stood for what she wanted. However, Jasmine was taught from the first day could understand anything, that she was to become a doctor. But the girl was an amazing artist, Amaka would sit for hours so Jasmine would draw her. Amaka was proud of Jasmine, but angry that she couldn't take her stand. Goodness! Could Jasmine sacrifice.
   Jasmine's ringtone brought silence to the car. Jasmine kept staring at it, "Pick up already" Amaka snapped." It's a private number..."Jasmine started, but she saw Amaka's red shot eyeballs and received the call. "Hello, is this Jasmine Okeke?" Baba Comrade asked. "Yes", she replied, he told her someone wanted to speak to her." Jasmine! Jasmine please help!” she recognized that voice,"Peju! Where are you? What's going on?" Jasmine asked alarmed. "She needs you to go to her house in 15minutes, not a minutes more. Give her parents your phone, so we can speak to them. I mean it, 15minutes." Baba Comrade dropped the call. “Who was that?", Amaka asked almost immediately. "Mummy drive to Peju's house now! She has been kidnapped" Jasmine yelled. "Kidnapped? By who? When? ”She asked as they drove into the next juncture that led to Peju's house.
   Jacobs house was getting fuller as people trooped in. Friends, neighbours and families arrived trying to console Folake who laid helplessly on the floor." Ah! Peju! I can't find Peju anywhere "She wailed to her mother who tried to calm her down. Toni, Uncle Thomas, and even some aunties Peju barely knew were around. Bose too was shedding tears and Uncle Thomas became disgusted “What is this nonsense?! Is Peju dead or missing? Are we mourning her?”, he yelled. "No sir, she is missing and we've gone to the police station. An investigation is going on sir”, Toni replied. "And you thought it right to sit here and watch your mother make a scene of herself?”, Uncle Thomas sounded more disgusted. “Didn’t you graduate from that school too? Don't you know the routes? Help the policemen. Instead of sitting here wasting time, just do something! "He said and afterwards spat" Dumb, spoilt brat as he settled down. “What did you call him?"Folake asked protectively. Uncle Thomas laughed "I called him a spoilt brat, what would you do?",Folake became furious." Toni is not a brat Thomas, he's not you", she yelled. "Of course not, I was smarter than this at his age. Maybe I was spoilt, I wasn't dumb Elizabeth "He returned enjoying himself. "Never call me that name Thomas. "She yelled fiercely. Thomas and Folake were siblings. Folake was the first child and was really cared for until Thomas was born. Their mother picked her favourite and cared less about making it obvious, she'd call Thomas 'The golden child', treated him specially. Their father left them after he was born, and Folake blamed the separation on the birth of Thomas. Their mother rose up, "It’s Okay! Get back to your seat Folake, we have to talk about finding Peju",Mrs. Adegbesan addressed her daughter. "There we go again mother, even in my house you still take sides with your son. And you know he started it." Folake hissed. "Don't talk to mother like that." Folake was about to reply when Jasmine dashed into the house, screaming "Mrs. Jacobs, Peju has been kidnapped!".Folake grabbed Jasmine" Where? How?" She questioned." Ma, I don't know, a number called and he has Peju, he has her. "Jasmine's phone rang again, she tossed it to Folake, It was a private number. With unsteady hands she received the call, and the conversation was over in five minutes "They want five million Naira for her release." she told them shivering...
    "I wasn't born when my father died, and my mother died when I was three months." Felix was trying to have a conversion with Peju who wasn't interested. "Baba Comrade is my mother's brother, he took full responsibility of my life. He sponsored my education, fed me, and gave me shelter in his little house. He is a good man "Felix said. Peju turned to look at him "Good men don't take people's life for money." she told him. "O, you're listening, nice. Baba Comrade had a job, he was a security guard, and he loved it!” "He continued, smiling.”He got fired for no reason, for no reason at all. His boss was aware he needed that job, he did. Baba Comrade has five other children, how would he survive without a job? Well, that night, before his new security guard could resume, he showed him how dangerous it was to live in a mansion without a security guard, we taught him well..."He forgot himself, smiling at his thought. "You attacked him, you robbed him "Peju frowned.”Yes, that was the first time, we had enough so we relocated. We rarely go for operations, just once in a while when it’s needed." Felix replied and Peju scoffed. "So, your turn. Tell me about something. Your parents are alive, right? Tell me how that feels.” Felix said. Peju was mute for a very long time that Felix decided that she wasn't saying anything. He stood up to leave, but she stuttered;"Mmmy mmum...." Felix sat himself down again gesturing her to continue." My mum is a business administrator, and my dad; a doctor. Although my mum and I live under the same roof, we are not close, same with my dad. They are always too busy.” she sighed," But i was getting over that when Dauda arrived. "She smiled as she continued” I remember the first day he entered that house for a job. My dad was on vacation, so he interviewed him." she smiled " When he mentioned his name ,I'd thought he would sound like the northerners did, substituting 'p' for 'f', but his English was just so fluent. He was graduate of the University of Lagos, lost his family in the Boko Haram terrorist attack at Bornu. He didn't want much, just a job and a place to stay. My father asked if he could drive, and that was how he got the job. He slept with the old disgusting gateman." she giggled. "He was hardworking. Smiled a lot and I hated that, every morning he would greet and try to start a conversion as he drove me to school, I wouldn't respond but he didn't stop. Until one afternoon."Peju narrated as the scene played again in her thought.
   That afternoon Dauda had delayed to pick her from school. When she saw him, she was raging with anger, she screamed at him and he laughed at her. At first she was disgusted, but his laughter was infectious, she smiled and laughed too and they talked for a little while before he drove her home. The more she spoke with him, she trusted him. She shared her problems with him, he did the same and they were two inseparable buddies. "He was like a big brother "She whispered as tears filled her eyes.”Ok... That's just cute. I am sorry about his death." Felix started; "Birthday girl, I have a little sister. She is everything to me. Last month she got really sick, we rushed her to the hospital and she was diagnosed with leukemia." Felix said with sober eyes." Why are you telling me?" she asked. "They said she needs chemotherapy as fast as possible...His voice shook, "Birthday girl, we need that money. She's all we've got. Baba comrade would kill thousands of people to keep her alive and I wouldn't judge." Felix said in desperation. "Why are you telling me all these?" Peju asked again. Felix took his time, "I know you are so angry, the next thing you would do when you get back to your parents is to find a way to arrest us. My sister needs her family by her side, she's dying. “He inhaled, “Tell the policemen that I was responsible for everything; I killed Dauda and kidnapped you. It's not a request." He concluded. Peju was angry and sad at the same time, she rose up, and “I think you should just leave" she demanded bitterly. "Please..."Felix started but he decided not to spoil things, he turned closing the door behind him. And again Peju was alone in the dark, caged...

Morn's stars which sparkle have come to cross I argue in
Romance's sake's Jove speak for my pen --the bard
As thee be BEryL be yet aligned as it was held in ages gone
A goddess of love rested to cuddle to Re-produce us as the
Union of us,Twain unique planets you sing wishing in fancies
Me moon as now you'd see of my mighty might I am in similitude as Zeus sue aright in
Light light loaded with many moons as I am "big head": Jupiter's be the weirdest
Of all sparkling stars from time's mo started to count past
Your eyes under wonders as wary I have done epical praises
Which shimmer as plain as the light which first lit the earth be
For we've crossed afore millions of two moons ago n' so
We've crossed 'gain to gain in sync from alignment on blue skies
Then my chest's soak'd in yours, as waters mix n' new stars rise as
as we must thus meet during our SERVICE call after our language class... 

©Jodekss Nov/12/2017 2:03 AM

As I brood behind the bark of tree then I'd seen
Seen as my teeth fall and my handsome skin spoilt
Spoilt backs your dimples I have praised drops down
Down with your lap with timely stripes irritatingly brown. 😑😂

© Jodekss '17

     First Entry.
      At 11:40, the valedictory service was wrapping up with award presentations. Soon it was time to award the graduating students. Peju was the first on the list for best student of the year, but no one responded.
"Peju Jacobs ,best student of the year. Where are you?" Principal Stanley called again.
"She is not around sir, she did not come."Jasmine offered a reply.
"Really? wow that's odd", he paused for a moment.
"OK, so best in sciences;Adedeji Toba". In few minutes the ceremony was over and students were left to dance till they got tired.
   Folake arrived Dominic high few minutes principal Stanley's speech. She entered the hall trying to find Peju, when she could not, she asked for the principal's office. Inside the principal's office stood a table ,some chairs, books, trophy shelf, and portraits on the wall. Principal Stanley was seated, busy with the year book. He was smiling with satisfaction as he flipped the pages. A knock on his office door interrupted him. He called the person in. Folake entered greeting,
"hello Mrs...?"He asked.
"Jacobs sir,Jacobs"Folake giggled.
"Oh! I'm sorry madam, just that I never seen you around. My apologies ma'am," he apologized.
"No problem sir. I was quite frequent when the last principal was here, my son Tony graduated from this highly esteemed school too" Folake pointed out.
The principal smiled and asked if she wanted to explain Peju's absence from the ceremony. Folake was dumbfounded.
"Wh- what?!Peju was not around?? Th-that's not right. She left as early as 7.00am".
The principal frowned as she stuttered.
"Are you sure? She was nowhere to be found at the ceremony," he told her.
Folake jump up alarmed "Of course I'm sure, She left the house with...  with Dauda." She paused
"Dauda!! I knew it!".
Folake raced out of the office, Principal Stanley followed her. In the car ,She dialed Dauda's number twice and it rang out,
"oh my God... this can't be happening"she lamented as she called him again, "Hello?" a someone received the call."Dauda! what the hell do you think you are doing? Where on earth did you take my daughter to? I swear,I'll kill you. Wher...","This is not Dauda, if Dauda is the owner of this line, then you need to come to 7th street, it's an emergency, ma" the voice interrupted, saying 'ma' as an afterthought.
Folake chuckled with disbelieve, "Is this funny to you? Give the phone to Peju now! In fact, where are you?. The receiver gave the address, Folake told Akani; her driver the address. Principal Stanley stood with confusion as the car disappeared.
   In a small dark room with only a tiny window that gave air and light, was Peju, hugging her legs tightly as she sobbed, the image of Dauda's body soaked in blood kept coming back. She rocked and pinched herself hoping it was all a dream. He was just protecting her, he did not deserve to die. Dauda had so many plans, he was going to shake earth, he was her friend. She cried harder startling the kidnappers. Felix, a member of the gang, spoke from the other room, "stop that cry now!! it's getting noisy."
Peju ignored him. He entered Peju's cell with rage as if to hit her but she shrank with great fear crying louder. Irritated, he looked at her "I'm not going to hit you, I know you are sad, just stop upsetting everyone."
She cried even more but now, he had compassion. She was trembling and untidy . He should be nice, after all they had done enough in ruining the day for her.
"Where were you guys heading to?" He asked trying to be nice.
"Is it your birthday? Happy birthday" he continued," I should give you a gift. I am sorry for ruining your birthday."
He dipped his hands into Peju's bag; that was with him. "Oh here! happy birthday!! " he presented Peju's Diary. Seeing it, Peju snatched it from him.
"I knew you'd like it." he said with a big grin. He left Peju holding tight to the book. At the side of the book was a pen. She removed it, opened the book and entered "Dauda," she paused, then tapped the book in deep thought of what to write, looked at the name again as she shred fresh tears.

   Bode Jacobs; Peju's father is a doctor, well known for his successful surgical operations. Today was different for him, he was not as busy as every other day and he got himself wishing he attended his little girl's graduation. He was aware of his irresponsibility towards Peju. When Toni was in secondary school, he never missed an activity. He was there. When Peju came along, he got a new job that took him to Bauchi far away from Lagos where his family based. For a while he communicated with his his family especially his daughter well, but he got busier, richer and had lesser time. Peju got tired of waiting for his calls. Even when he was home for vacations, she withdrew to herself and when that educated driver came, she was closer to him than any other person. Now, he was staring at his cellphone like he was excepting a call. He swifted his attention away from it and almost immediately the Phone rang. He smiled as he picked, but his smile faded as soon as he heard Folake wailing. She told him Dauda was dead and Peju was missing. It felt like a prank was being played on him, he so much waited for his wife to laugh out and scream "gotcha!!" but Folake was still wailing."
Folake go to a police station now,I'm coming soon." He declared. He dropped his cellphone, rushed into Chief of surgery office to take permission.

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Abule Aderibigbe was pitched by forefathers who were deep in the spirit ways and were visionary in their dealings. They would seek the aid of the gods even for and on things irrelevant during their sacred timeline unlike Ade's, the first son of Jogunomi. Jogunomi was the last of the forefathers in ethics. He was deep in the old ways and that was why he was wickedly in powers during his days at abule Aderibigbe. There were many rumours and tit-bits as to how his death happened. Some said he did not die but decided to rest among the dirt for some time as he could go into the earth to rest and come back to the surface to tell the tales of the underworld.
Ade had returned from farm and from haunting animals in the forest. After days of walking and working, he was tired. His wife, Morenike was with him on the mat. It would not show on his face though due to his squeezed-up countenance he naturally had. Whenever he left, he left not just for one but the either –to farm and to hunt. He liked it being an ambidextrous figure consistently and liked boasting about that. Whenever he was to be distinguished in their community, as there were many Ade's there, he preferred the tag, it is the Ade, ‘the great farmer and the brave hunter’. 
He sighed harshly and said “Our king is not worth it. I know it. You know it. Everybody knows it. But I don’t know why those close to the gods have joined in this pretentious behaviour. Iyawo, I saw something I should not have seen days ago. I saw them together the day I left. I was jus…” Someone knocked at their ante. 
“Good morning… Good morning… It is me, Bankole your friend” remarked Bankole from outside.
It was early in the morning when the sun was just getting ready to waddle his abode and come to spread his blissing ministries of rays upon their heads to return for his sister to come comely to calm. Everyone who had it in mind to go an work on their respective farmland was already leaving to reach their farms on time and return in time. Bankole was also on his way to the farm with his family alongside. He told them to continue to go ahead of them to join them after having few words with Ade, his closest friend.
“O, my dear friend... you don’t need to mention your name, even my dogs know your voice well. So... why wouldn’t I?” responded Ade boldly. “Ooooooo… thank you o my good friend” said Bankole. 
His wife had already left to open the door so that he might enter. Ade was still seated with his muscular legs crossed with his gawky back relaxed against the clayed wall. His head was jabbed up and was as well as relaxed against the wall thrown backwards and was biting the side of his mouth. 
“Good morning my good wife” said Bankole politely as she opened the door to him to come in.
"Good morning sir! How is family? How is my friend doing?” enquired Morenike
“Everyone is fine o; they are on their way to the farm. I sent them ahead and I am to catch up with them before long. You know, it will be improper and uncultured of me to pass through here and not stop by to greet my friend knowing he had arrived” reacted Bankole.
“O, that is good of you 'the husband of my friend!'" There was brief pause... "Thanks, for, the, love… Hmmmm!” said Morenike with somber expression clouding her beautiful face.
“What is wrong? Is everything fine?” inquired Bankole. 
“Since he came back, he had been behaving awkwardly. And he whenever he is doing that, something bad is likely to happen next which would be authored by him” responded Morenike
“Alright, be at peace. He is a great man and he is my friend. He will sure ace through” said Bankole.
“Thank you! May our gods be with you… He is at the passage expecting you show up” said Morenike and he left for the backyard to quickly fetch some cold palm wine roasted meet to take along for his family at farm.
“Alright!”
He walked fastidiously through the dark passage as there was no form of light to lit up the passage. At the end of the first turn, there was another passage straight up to his right and there was light there. He was able to walk faster than he did in the first.
Ade’s leg was no more crossed, his head was no positioned as it was and his back was no more against the wall. He was already on the mat with his gawky back up and forehead on the mat.
“Ade, my good friend there you are…” said Bankole jovially as he was almost where the mat was. 
On getting to the mat, seeing him resting on the mat that way puzzled him. He felt people do not sleep like that, not even kids who wet the mats do that. 
Still puzzled, he said "abomination, this is awkward: too askew." He thought to turn him appropriately. As he touched his body, he was already as cold as Ajewole's nose and was already as stiffened like damned shoot. 
“Yeh, Ade!” he said, calmly as he knelt and tried to turn him completely to his face 
“Yehhhhhhhh… yeh…yeh… who could do this?”
Morenike ran around from the backyard with manic speed to see what had happened… as she overheard Bankole. On getting to the scene she screamed “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh…” and passed out. Bankole was then between Scylla and Chabdis.

Jodekss
To be continued...

Each I Pea
Four the hip
Four the hip pope hope
Pea hope pea hope
Four the hip pope hope
Hand tea hey ehm yew ex
Four the hip pope hope thomas
#HIPPOPOTAMUS

Jodekss 😂

Each I Pea
Four the hip
Four the hip pope hope
Pea hope pea hope
Four the hip pope hope
Hand tea hey ehm yew ex
Four the hip pope hope thomas
#HIPPOPOTAMUS

Jodekss 😂

Hoary white as clear the smoke cause cloudy shapes
Gabble complaints as rats ran across from feeds for us like grapes
Rats in dusk but busy board for hands marking hissing boa off hand
Noon for nuns in rousing frosh knots known on backs adding sinners so
So the last tree plummets troubles for peace's a piece to own as owners
Knowing knowing what you know confuses already confuses the soul
Matters, as these gabbling-babblings run on resonances in spirit in mind
Nothing known ordinary as the air seems so light it patches without
a mark left for the skin as scars but the game -- grace we share holds a cuss
for others as by the hands of abstraction attraction flies shattering humankind's flesh in pains
Oozing of red milks as trees of long ages bend their spines back n' break
in twos or fours or millions by the touch which leaves us uncircumcised so
More to every heart which beats yet in constant red
As much more mysticism 'round every Angel I read.

Jodekss
© '17

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       Chapter 1

    The sun was barely up when she woke up the third time that morning. She could not wait to attend her valedictory service as she was madly feeling nervous. Peju was on a mission to conspicuously ‘slay’ with her amazing make over. People would almost not recognise her as shee looked from another wonder planet already due to her make over. Peju’s Brazilian hair was shaped brows her pedicure, manicure, Italian shoes, bag, a gown made by the most sophisticated seamstress in town and finally the facial treatment she gave herself killed it all.
“Oh, God, let the sun rise please!” she said tapping her leg on the bed impatiently.
She was trying hard to keep herself cooled down for the day to break. It was the same day she was going to get a phone. Peju felt so amazing leaving secondary school and she smiled and said: “screech bip bip bip screech.”
At 6:30am, the Alarm rang. She felt like D-day was finally at hand as she jumped out of the bed, waking everyone up with her shout of “good morning!" and she dashed into the bathroom.
   Peju was the youngest of the Jacobs family. Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs (Bode and Folake Jacobs), Toni, Peju, Bose who lived with them as well as their drivers. Peju was very happy with her family or so she felt. She had a reason to. That is due to her brother, Tolu who was overprotective with her though, they were only able to have little times together. Bose was always there taking the glory of the first daughter. Their parents believed more in financial support than taking into cognizance the emotional support for goodness sake. However, Peju was closer to Dauda (one of the drivers) than any other person. But it did not matter, she was just done with her secondary school education. She was so sure she would get into the university that same year. She would finally leave the house and enjoy lib for real.
   After some hours, Peju was dressed for the ceremony. She looked at the mirror over and over winked at herself attractively. She was satisfied with her look. Expecting the rest of the family to be dressed for the day she went to her mom's room. Mrs. Jacobs was dressed but not for Peju's Valedictory Service. She was dressed for work. Peju looked at her disgusted that her mum had forgotten her great day.
"Mum, where are you going?" she asked sadly.
"What do you mean? I am going to work of course" Folake replied adjusting her dress.
“So you are not coming for my VS right?" said, Peju as she was trying to hide her disappointment. Folake paused
“Oops! It’s today? Sweetheart, I am so sorry." She turned to face Peju
"Wow you look amazing" she smiled trying to bribe her off. Peju frowned as she understood.
Folake reached out for her purse, after counting a few notes she gave Peju who accepted it still frowned-up.
"So… who's coming? You’d try and recollect ma that you promised me you would surely come!" Peju, said blubbering.
Folake sighed and said "I am sorry you should have told me earlier. I have a very tight schedule and you know it."
Peju laughed and said inquisitively "I told you about it the day Principal Stanley picked the date, I reminded you days after that, I told you a month ago, two weeks ago and this week two days ago... So, mum, how early should I have told you about it?"
Folake frowned "Look! I said I am sorry, I can't make it. Don't worry, Bose will go with you"
"No!" Peju snapped "There's no need, in fact, I don't need anyone there. I'd be fine At least Dauda can drive me there right?" Peju finalised walking out. "All the graduating students will be with their parents, but it’s Peju with her Driver!" Peju murmured loud enough for her mother to hear.
   Outside the house, Dauda was waiting. "Good morning miss, it’s your day, congrats!" Dauda said, offering her a wrapped box.
Peju returned the smile "Yay! First gift. I thought everyone has forgotten, thanks. What did you get me? A ring? Bracelet?" She asked unwrapping it, and her face fell when she saw the content.
"Seriously Dauda, a book?"
Dauda smiled and said "You see, it’s not just any book, it’s a diary, it’s ladylike they say, to keep diaries"
He pointed out. "Ladylike? How?" Peju hissed." You know its girls that have dark secrets, moreover, when you need to tell a friend something and you are alone, just tell the diary. You should be thanking me" he teased.
"Yeah, I already did. So, if you were my ex and you saw me walking into the ceremony like this, would you regret dumping me?" Peju asked with her hands on her waist.
"I sure will, but it won't kill him you know. I love the dress, the hair, but em… who fixed your make up?" Dauda asked.
Peju frowned "is it obvious it’s not professional? Oh God is it bad? How bad is it? Should I clean it all now?" she panicked looking at the car mirror.
Dauda laughed. He enjoyed watching her drama.
"Cool it girl, trust me, I can fix it" he bent to whisper. "I know a beauty salon. No mistake is too big for them. I can drive you, except you are in a hurry" he opened the door for her.
"Drive me there immediately!" Peju replied haven entered the back seat of the car.
"Okay miss" Dauda entered the car and drove off.
  Music was booming from the DJ, as the students and teachers of Dominic High were up and down the hall. Every student was participating in any activity was present. The school hall was decorated in purple and cream, the colour picked by the graduating students. Principal Stanley who always had a fierce look was with his best smile. Today students could do anything without the fear of getting into any trouble, but everyone was busy. Jobless students assisted the decorators, the school band were setting the instruments up, drama group, Mimes, poets and the school choir on their final rehearsal. However, the graduating students were arriving in groups. Some dressed and ready, others had their clothes in bags. Some Girls even brought their personal makeup artists. It was really a big day.
   At exactly 10.00am, the ceremony kicked start with the proprietor giving the opening prayer, followed by the National anthem led by the school choir. The graduating students, were all present, except Peju. Jasmine Peju's friend was the first to notice. She walked up to the head boy
"Toba, Peju is not around. She has never been late, ever!" Jasmine began to feel uneasy.
"Jasmine! Calm down. She's coming. Give her fifteen minutes, and if she’s yet to come, let’s try and tell one of our teachers" Toba reacted
"Only if she had a mobile phone" Jasmine murmured...

   "And now you look perfect!" The cosmetologist exclaimed.
Peju faced Dauda "So?" she raised her right brow for validity from him. "You're going to kill people Peju, even girls will be jealous" Dauda replied. "Yay! So… let's get going".
After paying, they dashed into the car and soon were on the road again. A very dead quiet road. They had not gone far when a car bumped into them. "Jesus!" Dauda stopped the car, getting out of it, he shouted at the man driving the other car."
What the hell man! What were you looking at?" The man came out too with an apologetic face" I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Peju who was out of the car too got furious
"Sorry?! Tell that to your cellmates when you go to jail!"
"Peju, stay out of this." Dauda countered.
The man burst into a wicked laughter "You know that's not a way to talk to a stranger, Miss" he said as he pulled out a short gun. “On your arrogant kneels now!". Peju screamed and Dauda raised his hands across his head. "Just tell us what you want, we will pay, please don't shoot."
He looked at Dauda and shouted "Empty your pockets now" he commanded as two other men who were seated to be called to join him. Peju opened her bag, besides the diary, it was empty. She spent her money on her make up. Dauda on the other hand was penniless. The armed man got furious about that, "So you can drive this big car with your girlfriend and yet no money on you?" He exclaimed hitting Dauda.
"Girlfriend? No o, he is my driver. See just let us go, my dad is rich he will pay any amount "Peju retorted."
“Really?" the armed man reacted smiling. "I smell a plan guys" This time he was talking to his gang. He restored the pistol to his pocket and winked at them and at once they seized Peju, Dauda sprang up.
"No, no. leave her alone! Please. I won't let you go anywhere with her. Someone help!" He cried running towards them but the street was quiet. In between Dauda's yell for help, the criminals footsteps and Peju's cried, "P-taff…!". It was fast and sudden. Peju's eyes widened as she saw Dauda in pool of blood struggling for breath "P-taff!" The man pulled the trigger again. "No…! Dauda! Let me go!" Peju cried and fought violently. But they overpowered her, pushed her into a car and they sped off.

By Hassan Pelumi