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    shades of lust

    Post by Admin on Thu Dec 14, 2017 11:19 am

    In front of an uncompleted one storey
    building, stood a boy of about twenty
    three years old. He was standing in
    front of a fresh grave, holding a candle
    with his right hand as tears fell from
    his eyes.
    My name is Jude Ibeh, a half Nigerian,
    and half American. Yes I used the term
    because my mother was a white
    American while my father was a
    Nigerian, however I never got to know
    my mum because she died when I was
    two years old leaving me solely under
    my dad’s care who did a good job
    raising me up. All I inherited from my
    mother was her skin color and smile.
    I grew to love my dad with all my heart
    even though we disagreed on many
    things because he was so traditional
    and had a sort of old school mentality.
    He believed a lot in tradition and
    wanted me to accept all his beliefs
    which never went down well with me.
    I was forced to return to Nigerian for
    my university education after high
    school without caring for my feelings.
    Yes Nigeria is a great country but the
    temperature, attitude of the people and
    everything about the country never
    suited my lifestyle.
    I was admitted into Imo state university
    to study industrial chemistry and it
    really was hell for me. The lecture rush,
    the intonation of lecturers, the
    overcrowding of lecture halls, the noise
    and the struggles really left a sore taste
    in my mouth. I simply managed to pass
    over to my second year with lots of
    carryovers and yes the second year was
    equally stressful but much better
    because I was slowly adapting much to
    my dad’s pleasure.
    But on my third year when I was finally
    about becoming a full time Igbo boy,
    my dad left me all alone in the world.
    He returned to Nigeria on March 1st
    2012 for a little business but never
    lived to see the next day. You can’t
    imagine the shock I had when I got a
    call from one of my uncles that my
    father was dead. That he died in his
    I simply couldn’t believe my ears. It
    sounded so unreal and unbelievable but
    on getting home I found out that the
    only person I had in the world was
    gone. My life instantly came to a
    standstill. I just felt like killing myself
    and leaving the world as well.
    My dad’s burial was quickly organized
    by my uncles who didn’t give me any
    say in the matter since I wasn’t yet
    recognized as a man. I knew my dad
    was murdered but I had no evidence. I
    had no money. I equally wasn’t *man
    enough* to challenge anyone.
    I simply was in a tight corner and all I
    did was observe and cry out my heart.
    After the burial, I was left all alone to
    manage and cater for myself. I just
    didn’t know what to think or where to
    start reorganizing my life. I wasn’t
    good at any type of hustling. Menial
    jobs just weren’t for me and my uncles
    never seemed to care.
    My dad equally never left much for me
    apart from the uncompleted building at
    home and the little he had left in his
    bank account after the burial
    As I stood before my father’s grave,
    crying out my heart. I was at lost. I was
    so empty and alone. I never knew life
    could be so difficult and mean. I badly
    had the urge to abandon my studies
    and return to America but none of the
    options before me looked easy.
    I felt a strong hand land on my
    shoulder. I turned to see one of my
    senior cousins smiling at me. I looked
    at him and swallowed hard. Kelvin was
    the only person who cared of my well-
    being during the course of my father’s
    burial but then his father was equally
    one of my uncles that I was suspecting
    over my father’s strange death which
    made me not to trust his kind gestures
    towards me.
    Kelvin was around twenty eight years
    old. He looked quite rich and had two
    expensive cars that rolled people’s eyes
    but then no one could say exactly the
    business he was into and he never
    cared what people felt about his source
    of wealth.
    ‘’I know how you feel right now. I know
    you think the world is nothing but hell.
    I’m here to help you. I’m here to turn
    you into something you never imagined
    you would be. Stop crying for your
    dad. He is already done. It’s now left
    for you to continue his legacy. You are
    going back with me to the city and I
    will teach you how to survive in a
    Nigerian way.’’ He said with a smile
    while I curiously stared at him a bit
    confused over his words.
    ‘’How to survive in a Nigerian way’’ I
    muttered over and over to myself as I
    stared at him.
    To be continued

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    episode 2

    Post by Admin on Thu Dec 14, 2017 5:28 pm

    Jude’s side of the story continues
    ‘’are you for real?’’ I asked breathlessly as a new
    kind of relief filled my entire being. I wasn’t
    expecting such generosity. It really came as a great
    surprise to me.
    ‘’we will leave for the city in two days. You will
    stay with me until you get your spirit back’’ he
    answered, tapped my shoulder and left with a
    smile. And that was how I became very close to
    We left the village two days later and headed to his
    house as he promised. He owned a very cute
    bungalow, well furnished and designed with
    superior taste.
    ‘’this is my house. I pay no rent to anyone’’ he
    revealed as we walked into the plush apartment,
    leaving me gasping with disbelief as I imagined
    how much he’s worth.
    ‘’this is not only my home but yours as well. In no
    time you will understand a lot. You will get
    answers to the questions I know running through
    your young mind’’ he said with a savvy smile. I
    shrugged and smiled at him.
    Kelvin’s side of the story
    My uncle’s death really came as a great blow to
    me. He was the only uncle that encouraged and
    regularly sent me money when I dropped out of
    school due to my stupidity years ago.
    Before his death, he confided in me that he
    planned returning permanently to Nigeria to run a
    business. He never told me the details of the
    business or who was helping him with it. Hence
    my great surprise to learn of his death, just a day
    after his arrival to the country.
    Yes it definitely looked like murder to me even
    though the medical report obtained said he died
    of natural causes. I was just so helpless and
    couldn’t do a thing than to observe as my father
    and uncles speedily buried the unfortunate man,
    leaving his young son who really didn’t know
    much about life or Nigeria to fend on his own.
    Jude was more of an American than a Nigerian.
    The color of his skin, his voice, his behavior, the
    way he walked and everything about him was just
    American. I took pity on him and had to offer him
    a life even though what I was offering was a life of
    crime but then with it he could maintain his rich
    lifestyle, finish his education and be a good man.
    So what exactly do I mean by a life of crime??
    Yes having dropped out of school, my parents
    cursed and left me on my own. I had to survive. I
    had to do everything to make money and of
    course I succeeded.
    I had to join some friends in yahoo scam, we lied,
    we duped, we robbed unfortunate victims but it
    never stopped there. We upgraded to kidnapping
    and oil theft. In two years I had a house in Owerri
    where I based, plus a very fat bank account. The
    easiest way to make real money was through
    crime but it equally was the easiest to die.
    Young Jude had the looks, the charms and the
    brain for business. Everything about him was good
    for business and as his new guardian, my job was
    to take care of him and help him to the top via
    any means.
    Nevertheless I still had my doubts. Jude looked so
    tender and gentle. Somehow I was scared if he
    could really live up to expectation.
    Jude’s side of the story continues
    ‘’Thanks Kelvin for everything. You are the last
    person I expected to help me’’ I said to him with a
    heart filled with gratitude as we enjoyed an
    evening meal in a very plush fast food joint. He
    smiled and nodded.
    ‘’so tell me, are you a virgin?’’ he suddenly asked,
    leaving me totally embarrassed. I almost choked
    with embarrassment.
    ‘’come on be free with me” he urged with a short
    laugh. I shrugged with hesitation as my school life
    flashed back to my head. I never had a girlfriend
    but my affluent lifestyle and look really left a
    dozen girls on my speed dial.
    ‘’no, I’m no virgin’’ I stammered softly. He laughed
    and offered his hand for a handshake.
    ‘’that’s good’’ he surprisingly said, leaving me
    wondering what he asked the uncomfortable
    question for.
    I had my doubts about Kelvin but he was a very
    likeable parson and the only one that offered me
    what no one else cared to offer me. I had to be
    strong and focused to survive and dig out those
    behind my father’s death.
    To be continued

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