Tisha Returns

Tisha Returns1CHAPTER 25 – GIRL-POWER

 
Bisi is a powerful girl. No one needs to tell me to convince me. I stare in awe as she waltzes around the small group gathered in front of the village head’s palace. A meeting conveyed to fight with the villagers over the siege on Ade and his human death-knell.
My girl smiles, and pats people on the back, twenty years beyond her age.
Moni and I stand at a corner and observe. Ajao stands by me and explains the concentrated dialects spoken. The ruler is upset and his spies have informed him his son is in police custody.
Who did this? The old man asks over and over again?
The people tremble and I wonder why. They owe the old man no explanation. His son had oppressed the whole village long enough.
“What if no one speaks up,” I whisper to Ajao.
Ajao shrugs. “He will dismiss us, and we reconvene tomorrow. Every day till there is a confession.”
“Why is Bisi moving from people to people?” Moni says weakly.
I don’t blame her. We’ve been on our feet for almost an hour, the sun is up, and with the ordeal we all went through just the day before, I’m surprised she can stand this long.
“The chief believes she’s telling the people to speak up. Either threaten them or cajole.”
I look at my sweet Bisi. She does look like she’s appealing to people to confess.
The chief cries out. “I will forgive immediately, please disclose the police station my son is kept.”
I feel sorry for him. His voice trembles with fear and pain. What can I say? Even a bad son is better than no son. Obviously from his desperate appeal, it seems impossible to do anything with the powers they believe they wield. The girls have out-powered them. Must be a zonal headquarters Ade was taken to. Ibadan is a big city.
“The police in Ibadan no longer have him. He’s been taken to Lagos,” the chief’s voice rings out.
Ah, power pass power. How did these girls plan such a grand disgrace?
“Bisi must be enrolled into the police force. She’s good,” I whisper to Ajao.
The boy smiles. “Do you know what she’s doing now?”
I shrug. “Begging the villagers to own up?”
He chuckles. “Begging them not to own up. Chief will soon tire and go to sleep.”
I cover my mouth to curb a guffaw. Smart girl. I look at her again, and conclude she’s genius.
Almost an hour later, the chief dismisses everyone and we all troop back to our homes. Minutes after Moni and I arrive our quarters, Bisi comes with bowls of pounded yam and melon soup. The smell of the food alone has me salivating.
“Darling, you went home to pound? After all you went—we went through?”
She smiles. “My grandma pound and keep. She no follow us to the chief’s palace because she old.”
“Oh, so thoughtful of her.”
The food tastes great, if ever you eaten food prepared by an old woman. We dig in and only talk after the bowls are empty.
“Ah, that is the best food I’ve eaten in my life,” Moni says. “Now time to pack, rest and travel back tomorrow morning.”
“I don’t have your—”
“I have.” She winks at me. “Will you two excuse me, I want to change and sleep.”
I lead Bisi out. Mr. Akande rushes into his rooms and slams the door.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Police will come for him too. He cannot hide again.” Bisi nods. “Wicked man. His wife ”
I take her hand and we walk into the night.
“I’m so proud of you, darling. How did you manage to pull this off?”
“Hmm, Abbey mi, it’s your sister. Moni start it. She plan everything.”
“What? Moni!”
She laughs. “Yes. She begin make friends with everybody. Me I tell her our problem. That Ade is our problem.”
My head reels. No wonder Moni wants to return home. Her mission is accomplished in Abagboro. For me, it’s all good. Dangerously close but then, how else would one have caught the mean-spirited rogue, a curse on his own people. Power-drunk and feeling invincible, a prince who has no fears.
Deep within me I feel taller, and stronger, like I could conquer the world.
“Where is Ade now?”
Bisi shrugs. “Somewhere his police friends no dey.”
“Justice is served.” I laugh. “We must now proceed to polish your grammar, Bisi. How can you be married to an English teacher and speak like this?”
“Hmm, Abbey my love, marry? Give me five or six years. Let me become teacher too.”
“You said that properly. Is it a mistake?”
“Teacher? Is not a mistake.”
I pull her into my arms. It was after a long kiss I realize we’re standing in full view of Mr. Akande’s window. Dirty old man could have been watching.
“Let’s leave this place.”
We run in the direction of our hide out, laughing like little kids.

 

THE END.

 
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TUESDAY ROSE BUSHES – PLAYER

…continued from last week, read here
PLAYER resizedChapter 4

Tess’ bulging stomach rested on her knees and she rubbed it while she listened to Kachi.
“I still maintain you should raise the matter with him,” Tess said. “The worst is that he would tell you what he told me that you guys— as in had it protected.” Her baby kicked and she gasped in delight. “Even baby agrees,” she said.
It had been three months since she had that conversation with Marcel and though she’d seen her brother several times after that, they’d not broached the topic.
Kachi had asked her what it went like and she had been positive though not certain what Marcel’s actions would be. Now Kachi was restless. Marcel had changed. He had gone back to being his nice attentive self but this only compounded the issue. Anytime soon, her stomach would start to show. And Marcel had not said anything about a marriage or even the pregnancy.
Kachi looked at her with a strange sadness.
“Or is the baby not his?”
Kachi blanched. “Of course you know the answer to that question. The baby is his. I’ve never cheated on Marcel.”
“Then tell him. Thank God for DNA testing. You can even test the baby,” Tess said.
Kachi smoothed her hand over her flat stomach. “He would never agree.”
“He seemed so agreeable and sweet that day when you came, he was all over you. You should have used the opportunity then,” Tess said.
Kachi looked away. “He only wanted to make love that day. He wouldn’t hear any talk—”
Tess remembered Marcel’s reference to their ‘sex’ and swallowed. His word for it couldn’t be repeated. It was pathetic. Kachi was pathetic.
“Did you guys—I mean. Did you let him?” Tess asked.
“You know how your brother can be…”
Tess rolled her eyes. “Needless to say that you haven’t learnt your lessons from all the— all that you two have been doing?”
Tears pooled in Kachi’s eyes. “I think that’s so insensitive of you, Tess. I love your brother and I only did it for him.”
Tess hissed. “You didn’t do it for him. You allowed him to— to use you. Boyo wanted sex all the time— we both wanted it all the time but you have to control yourself.”
Kachi swiped tears off her face. “Marcel seduced me— repeatedly. He wouldn’t talk when he’s in that mood. He just keeps at it till he gets what he wants.”
Tess raised her voice. “I don’t know what to say right? Boyo didn’t keep at it till he got what he wanted…”
“Stop comparing my fiancé with your husband, Tess!”
“Well, you have a pregnancy on your hands— and it will soon show. What are you going to do?” Tess said nonchalantly. She gasped when Kachi snatched her handbag and stood up.
“I think this is my problem after all. I’ll go and deal with it my way.” She marched to the door.
Tess couldn’t stand fast enough because of the size of her tummy. “Kachi?” she gasped. “What’s wrong with you?”
At the door, Kachi turned to face her. “You know what I really think, Tess?” Tears spilled from her eyes. “I think you’re just as much my problem as anyone else. I keep asking myself if I was wise to have sent you to talk to Marcel. I think my problem just compounded after you stepped in.” She turned.
“How could you say that, Kachi?” Tess half-ran after her. Kachi opened the door and slammed it after her, almost closing it on Tess.
“Kachi! Kachi!” Tess shouted on the closed door. How could Kachi think like that after all she had tried to do for her?
… continues next week…

MONDAY CHOCOLATE MELTDOWN – #RAHAB

280316 resized“What I’m saying is, I live by the river. I see everything. We may think we have the strongest army in the world, and our walls are indomitable. But these men got into our territory undetected, and left as well.”
Her older brother and strongest antagonist in the family sniffed. “That’s because you betrayed us.”
“I need a change in my life. See me anyway you please, but this is my change. It has come. I’m going to tie that red piece of cloth on my door and every window frame. It will look like an Eros Festival.”
Her kid sister giggled. “Eros festival, Rahab!”
“Well, that’s what anyone would think I was celebrating.”
Big brother bared his teeth. “You think this is a joke? You think your life is a joke! You have destroyed the good name of this family over and over again. Now you call us for a very important meeting in your house, only to tell us you are now not only a whore, but also a spy and a traitor.”
Everyone went quiet. Rahab took in a deep breath. “You have every right to leave. I’m simply following my heart.”
He clenched his teeth but remained silent.
Eight hours later, the wall of Jericho fell down flat.

TISHA RETURNS

Tisha Returns1CHAPTER 24 – DESPERATE PEOPLE

 

Sweat from nowhere pour down my face. All is strangely quiet as I struggle to breath. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t see Moni’s blood flow. But with several odd moments of silence, I turn toward Bisi’s direction.

She lay just where they push her, gagged. Her eyes dart here and there, and gives me the impression, something agitates her. I slowly take my gaze to Moni, and there she is, the machete stuck on the soft earth just by her side. I look up and around, my teeth bared. The two abductors are pressed to the sides of a tree. What do they see that I haven’t?

It’s awfully creepy being out here in the middle of nowhere, two powerful flash lights illuminating the deep darkness that surrounds.

Soon I hear what has kept everyone mute. There is movement in the brush and no one knows what. I don’t anyway. With Bisi and Moni gagged, I’m the only privileged one to air my views.

“Is something out there, an animal?”

Ade bends to the ground, and when he straightens, he has some sand in his hand, which he throws in my direction.

“God punish you, Tisha.”

To hear him speak with such resonance brings me joy. If my adversary is panicked, I should be too, but the contrary is true.

I raise a chuckle. “Looks like I’m not going down alone.”

The executioner lunges at me with his machete. By sheer pleasure, and unwilling to see my own end, I shut my eyes. One of the girls trip him before he reaches me, though. I don’t know which. I only hear him fall with a thud.

My eyes pop open and desperate girls tied hand and foot scuffle to plant their bodies between him and his machete, which had slipped through his hand at his fall. He deals each a blow and they pass out.

A curling scream bursts out of my stomach. I wriggle from my confinement and could feel the rope bite into my flesh.

Ade turns away from the tree he’s pressed against and kicks his man in the face. “You idiot. You can’t control your anger.”

My surprise at the wicked prince of Abagboro is short-lived. A greater drama unfolds right before me.

I look up and there are at least ten people watching us. I can only see their shadows at first, but then they move forward with such stealth, they could be American guerrillas.

“I told you to leave them. I told you God will fight for you.” With each kick in the face Ade shouts at his hired hand. “See what you have caused. Everyone thinks I sent you. Idiot.”

More people approach. Villagers mainly, but they have machetes and knives.

It makes some sense to me. They must have followed us here but perhaps not. Ajao pushes out of what I deduce is now a crowd with a big knife, and unties his sister first, and then me and Moni.

Bisi runs to join her people, and I rush to Moni’s side. The punch to her face must cause a lot of pain as she keeps her head to one angle.

The executioner catches the edge of his weapon and swings it. The sharp metal cut Ade on the leg and he lets out a wild scream. About six or more men lurch forward and grab our abductors.

Within the twinkle of an eye, we are all on the way back. A torturous night brought to an abrupt end.

First I need a glass of cold water. But that is impossible at this time of the night in the middle of hades.

When we break out of the bush, I see two police vehicles. The police are here!

“Moni, look. Police!” My sister is half dead as it were and doesn’t respond.

We are heaped on to the van, and driven, in this middle of the night, not to Abagboro or Ile-Ife. The journey ends us in a police station in Ibadan. There I meet the orchestrators of this grand conspiracy.

Anike and her mother.

Ade’s police-in-the-pocket have no jurisdiction here. I just can’t believe the extent of girl-power. Too close for comfort, but the girls pulled it off.

“Water. We need water.” I gasp the moment we enter the station.

Someone pushes a cup into my hand, and I push it to Moni’s lips before I get a few sips. Where is Bisi? Where’s my girl?

Police style, we are left on the bench till morning but alas, Anike’s mother brings us a hot breakfast of boiled white rice, and tea.

“We need medical attention.”

I seem to be the only survivor in this place. At least I get the pleasure of seeing Ade taken into custody with his machete-wound untended.

“If they don’t beat him to death in the cell, he will die of tetanus,” I mutter. No one hears. Moni lay on the bench with her head on my lap, weak, more from fear than any physical ailment. I pat her cheek, now swollen from the assault. “It’s almost over.”

 

 

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SATURDAY ROSE THORNS – RELATIONSHIP ASSIGNMENT 6

260316 resizedMarried samples – Fela and Funmi

When Funmi met Fela, he was living in his parents’ home. After marriage, Fela convinced Funmi that his 3-bedroom apartment in his family home would work, and it didn’t matter that his parents lived in the same compound.

Illusions: Fela does not see any interference from his parents or family members. Funmi does not believe that a wall separating her home and her parents-in-law is a problem.

Expectations: Funmi expects to have a peaceful home void of interference from in-laws. Fela expects his wife to be cordial and respectful at all times.

1. Define your core beliefs about what fantasy is?
2. What do you imagine is a fantasy in your relationship?
3. What are your core expectations in your marriage?
4. Have your fantasies come true? If yes, how many of them? If no, why do you think they have not come true?
5. Are you meeting your expectations? If no, why do you think so?
6. Do you still love your spouse as much as you did the first day you met him/her?
7. What is your impression of a blissful marriage?
8. What are your impressions of a husband’s duties in marriage?
9. What are your impressions of a wife’s duties in marriage?
10. When last did you do something your spouse expects – good or bad? What reaction did you get?

For the married only
11. When last did you make love? How was it?
12. When last did you say, “I love you” to your spouse?
13. When last did you buy a gift for your partner, or give him/her a treat?

Tisha Returns

Tisha Returns1CHAPTER 23 – HORROR LOADING

 

With darkness upon us, Ade’s executioner produces a powerful flashlight. The group goes all the way out of the village to a thick patch after the farmlands and before the next village.

I see a different side of Ade. He seems like a child under some influence of a higher power. On the other hand, Bisi is controlling. She directs the course. “No, don’t stop here, it’s too close. Yes, tie her too. Gag her, she’s making too much noise. Leave me, you have stress when you should be serious…” Her orders are endless.

I try without success to make eye contact with her.

When we get to our destination, Bisi commands I am tied to a tree with ants. “They go chop him till he die,” she says and hisses. “I don’t want blood like you do that Tisha Steve.”

With Moni tied and gagged, she can only communicate with her eyes. And all I can see of them are floods of tears. If we both die here, my mother will join us the day she hears of it. Her heart is weak.

Bisi pulls Ade aside, and they have a heated argument. I strain to catch on to it but it’s difficult because they both speak the thick dialect of their people. Several times the word “olopa” pops up, which means police.

Before anyone could know what next, Ade pushes her down, and his executioner draws out his machete.

“Kill me, leave her!” I scream. “She told you before, she is innocent. I forced her.”

Ade bursts into laughter. “You want to die for her?”

“Yes. Please. She’s innocent.” No matter what confusion I experience about their relationship, I love Bisi, and I cannot let her be killed in front of me.

“He wants to die for her. He will die before her. You will get your wish, Tisha.” He turns to his executioner. “Gag her so she won’t scream. Because by the time he’s dying for her, she will see blood.” He drags the word blood and laughs out loud. “We need more light so everything can be open.”

The hired killer grunts. “More light means anyone can notice we’re here.”

Ade chuckles. “Who can notice we are here. It’s close to midnight. All the witches are in their covens.” He looks at Bisi. “I need more light to see the princess when we start to cut Tisha.”

Executioner brings out another torch with white light so strong, everyone closes their eyes for a second.

“Better.”

Bisi struggles to stand. “Ade no kill anybody. I warn you. I warn you.”

“Gag her,” Ade says to his accomplice, and he does promptly.

“Why are you doing this? Please just let us go. My sister and I will leave the village tonight. We have learnt our lesson.”

“No, Tisha. You say you want to die for Bisi, and you will.”

“Don’t let her watch.”

He laughs at me. “That worry you more than dying? See love.”

“Prince, let’s do and leave here. I hear sounds.”

My heart leaps with hope.

“You have good ears my man, but with the night, there are many sounds.”

Moni struggles on the ground and ruffles the damp grass, perhaps to make some noise for whatever approached, and all I afford myself is to see the executioner lift his machete over her. I shut my eyes around a sob. The sound of metal on flesh shrink me to nothing.

He has killed her.

 

 

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ÌKA

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IKA

My first historical…

In ÌKA, Ile Kingdom is besieged by the formidable Ìka, prince of Owa Kingdom, who has swept nearly all of the far western kingdoms of 19th century Yorubaland with victory upon victory in war.

Onile, King of Ile, sends a frail gift in the person of his last daughter, 15-year-old Ero, but the risk of success is very high. Will the naïve teenager change the decisions the seasoned warrior-prince makes? Or will he steal her heart before she can?

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I thought I’d just read a few chapters and go back later to complete the rest of the story but I found myself unable to put the book down.
The story is well crafted, the pacing excellent and the description of places and events transports one right back to the 19th century.
Ero, the main female character in the story, is a brave and admirable young lady and I liked how she was able to apply wisdom to her faith in order to save her nation from destruction. She also did not allow her attraction to the young warrior prince, Ika, distract her from her purpose.
I especially liked this book because it gave me an insight into how people of those times understood and related with God. Their faith is simple but the fact that they have met with The Lord is unquestionable.
Well done, Sinmisola, I look forward to reading more inspiring stories from you.

 

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