The 'S' Hub

Buchi Agwu Julie had asked to spend the night at my place as we’d left Njideka’s very late and her house was in a mess. As always, I said Yes. I usually can’t say no to a lady’s request, except one for sex, that is. But last night, Julie hadn’t asked for sex. She’d asked for the opposite, in fact. When we got to the house, my parents were already asleep, but mom, inquisitive as ever, had still shuffled into the sitting room dopey-eyed to check who it was breaking into the house. I’ve warned her several times to be stealthy about these checks and to always take along with her an object for protection. There’s the heavy store padlock, now useless like the store itself, lying idle on the old fridge in the kitchen, the pestle behind the kitchen door, knives on their rack, and even the mopping stick, if she doesn’t want to hurt someone’s son. She seems to have grown certain that no intruder will break into her house. She smiled at seeing Julie and even hugged her, but that was...

DAY 2 Njideka Ime How is it that we fight against what we want?  The answer is simple, it’s conscience. That crazy mechanism installed in us like a smoke detector, picking up what our excited flesh wants and raining down a shower of cold water to douse these things. It restricts us, it cages us, it… but it holds us all down to sanity. I sigh as I kick open the door to Edisemi’s room. I have a box of chips in one hand and a saucer of three crunchy chicken on the other. I think it’s one of the very few things that can get Edisemi lively again – partially, if not wholly. I didn’t prepare these myself. I’d gone over to KFC at the next  street to get it. I’d gone there for a couple of reasons. One was to clear my mind of the thoughts of Captain. Since that surprise kissing incidence at the party, I can’t seem to get him off my head. I keep groping for thoughts of a kiss free of every dramatic restriction, just the two of us in a dimly lit room, our erotic scent heatin...