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Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on September 27, 2010 at 12:51pm
GOING TOO FAR
by
Myne Whitman


Efe did not sleep much that night and for the first time since they became friends, she couldn’t bring herself to confide in Nneka the next morning. The feelings were too new, too intimate; too... she didn’t know the words to use in describing how she felt. However, even though she couldn’t talk about it, she didn’t seem able to put it out of her mind. The lectures of that day passed in a blur, she answered question, joked with her friends but the experience with Kevwe remained at the back of her mind.

Every spare moment after that day found her thinking. Sometimes she smiled dreamily over the memory of her near sex experience, at other times she frowned. Still she kept the dilemma to herself. Her immediate problem was whether she could stop the way she felt if she found herself in such a situation with Kevwe in future. Their wedding was planned to take place soon after her youth service when his brother would be around and that was almost two years in the future. Did she intend that they would both remain celibate in the interval? If so, then how was she to tell Kevwe so that it would not be an issue?

She didn’t know what to say to him when he came to pick her. The meeting turned out better than she expected. He was with Izekor who was also visiting his family in Benin. Efe invited Nneka to go with them to Oluku Junction. There they settled in one of the bars and ate peppered snails and palm wine while discussing politics and school. There was a heated debate on the Warri crisis by the group beside them, and they eavesdropped a little. Efe was shocked when they began to hurl insults at each other depending on whether they were Itsekiri or Urhobo.

“Lazy amphibians,” one said shaking his fist, “liars and traitors, that what all Itsekiri are, na me talk am, una dey too greedy.”

“Urhobo nko?” another asked, “Ingrates! You people want to be middlemen so you can eat from both sides of your mouth.”

“No mind am, e no dey shame, Mulatto like him. Is it not the wanton Itsekiri women sleeping with white men that caused their half caste?”

“I will box that your mouth, wretched fortune-hunter!”

When the mudslinging degenerated to fisticuffs, the guys thought it was time to go. They dropped Izekor off, then Nneka. It was Kevwe’s last day in Benin and they spent some minutes chatting in the car.

“Do you think we should worry about this whole Urhobo and Itsekiri thing?” Efe asked. The incident at the bar earlier had got her thinking.

“Did your parents say anything?” Kevwe asked.

“No...I was just wondering.” Efe recalled his father’s reaction. “Your dad was a bit…”

“He was just in a bad mood that day. My dad was a diplomat so he’s above these kinds of parochial stuff. As for me, I wouldn’t care, even if you’re from mars. I love you.”

Efe smiled at him. “You’re sure you’re not mad at me?” she asked.

He knew why she asked. “I already told you that I’m not,” he replied.

She leaned back and he stroked her hair against the headrest where it’d fanned out. “Thank you.”

Kevwe laughed and also placed his head against the back of his car seat. “But let me not lie o, it was not easy last night. It was painful!”

Efe opened her mouth to speak but he shushed her.

“Eh..eh..don’t say I’m sorry o.”

Efe laughed with him and then traced the outline of the smile on his lips. She remembered the pleasure she’d found in those lips last night and smiled again. This time, she would be more careful about starting what she could not finish. She looked at him from under her lashes.

“OK, I won’t sorry but can I say I love you?”

“Of course, and you know how I feel about you, right?”

Efe nodded. He picked up her left hand and held it up so that the security lights at the side of her hostel building caught on it.

“My ring looks good on you. I like it.”

“I like it too. She leaned forward and kissed his hand where it held hers and then peered at him. “I have to go now.”

He brushed away the curtain of her braids hair and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. “I will be back in a month as usual. See you then?”

She nodded and stepped out of the car. With a wave he was gone.

Several times over the following month, she asked herself what the next line of action was . Questions popped into her mind at oddest moments. Should she stop any form of intimacy between them or should she just allow nature take its course? Was there a way she could ensure that such situations never arose again? Did she even want to? She was really attracted to Kevwe and she realized that what she feared was getting pregnant more than anything else. She wasn’t afraid of losing her virginity or that Kevwe would abandon her.

All these thoughts ran through her mind when reading, during lectures, but mostly when she was alone. Finally, she made up her mind not to stress over whatever would happen. She trusted Kevwe that he would not do anything she didn’t want to or wasn’t ready for. She made this decision the day Kevwe came to visit her. After he had taken Nneka and herself to Mr. Biggs, they dropped Nneka off at the hostel and they went on to a nightclub. He told her he only had that night in Benin and would be returning to Ado-Ekiti the next day. That meant they would not be able to see again till his next visit. She spent most of the night wondering if he would make a move on her. He dropped her off at the hostel after their clubbing with just a chaste kiss. Efe didn't know whether to be annoyed or relieved.

……..to be continued.
Comment by lucy berrinyo on August 20, 2010 at 11:37am
What God ordent to be ur's it will be urs. nobody i say nobody can take away from u. u may be a victim of circustance but remember ur destiny is in ur palms.
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on June 29, 2010 at 9:16am
Sorry for the break i went on annual leave.
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on May 31, 2010 at 4:12pm
You're my man, my mighty king,
And I'm the jewel in your crown,
You're the sun so hot and bright,
I'm your light-rays shining down,

You're the sky so vast and blue,
And I'm the white clouds in your chest,
I'm a river clean and pure,
Who in your ocean finds her rest,

You're the mountain huge and high,
I'm the valley green and wide,
You're the body firm and strong,
And I'm a rib bone on your side,

You're an eagle flying high,
I'm your feathers light and brown,
You're my man, my king of kings,
And I'm the jewel in your crown.

- Nima Akbari -
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on May 10, 2010 at 11:00am
Precious Love

Love is a precious thing
It is a feeling that
makes your heart sing.

Whether you are far or near
it is like whispering in my ear.

When you find true love
it is something you
keep within your heart.
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on May 10, 2010 at 10:56am
Am I crazy or Is This love?


It seems you were sent straight to me from above

Your smile is bright enough to bring the day

Your eyes so blue, I just have to say

There couldn't be anything more perfect in one place

Your beauty is much deeper than just your face

They say love takes time but yet . . . .

It feels as if we've already met

It feels like we were meant to be

Together forever . . . You and Me
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on May 10, 2010 at 10:52am
Every Time I Think of You
By Andy Hughes

Every time I think of you,
my heart skips a beat.
I picture your smile in my mind,
your eyes, your hair so neat,
the feeling of your touch on me,
the sound of your caring voice,
the smell of you perfume in the air.
Loving you I have no choice,
I think of you in such a way,
I never thought I would.
The feelings straight from my heart,
tell me I'm in love.
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on April 26, 2010 at 10:19am
When we two are parted
Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

When we two are parted
Lord Byron
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on April 26, 2010 at 10:14am
When you are old
by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Comment by M. dominic (nsc) on April 26, 2010 at 10:06am
A SUNSET from 'Feuilles d'Automne'
Victor Hugo

I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,-
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.
 

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