On the Gathering of The Tribes. Mr. Esosa Ese wrote this blurb for The Gathering of the Tribes. When I first read this, my imagination was fired up. “The story of The Gathering of The Tribe takes on the philosophical theory of microcosm and macrocosm … Continue reading The Gathering of The Tribes
CADRELL ADVOCACY CENTRE
Cadrell Advocacy Centre is a non-profit organization in Nigeria which provides legal support for victims of various forms of violence including rape, child molestation, domestic violence, jungle justice among others. Unfortunately, cases of violence like the ones highlighted above have risen in Nigeria in recent years. Few places offer comprehensive support for the numerous victims who end up living with the trauma of their experiences coupled with the lack of justice that is often their plight. At Cardell Advocacy Centre, we have a team of dedicated and excellent lawyers who will work hand-in-hand with the Nigeria Police Force and other relevant authorities to ensure that victims receive the justice they deserve and perpetrators are punished accordingly.
Our hope at Cadrell Advocacy Centre is to contribute to the drastic reduction of violent crimes in our communities. To achieve this, we have developed a strategy to work with the public from all states of the federation on such matters as incident reporting and information gathering. We do not take for granted the role members of a community can play in ridding their community of crimes and identifying the criminals amongst them. As part of our strategy, incentives will be provided to encourage community members and victims to come forward with information about violent crimes being committed against them or in their areas. Furthermore, in keeping with our community-centric principles, we encourage volunteers who would like to work with our committed team and people/organizations who would love to partner with us to toreach out to us during office hours via our helplines. Together, we can work towards eliminating violent crimes in our nation.
Cadrell Advocacy Centre also runs a Child Education Trust Fund (CETF) with the aim of educating the less privileged in the Nigerian society. We believe education is the key to prosperity and refuge in adversity and thus it is our cardinal mandate to use this platform to help as many children as possible finance their education thereby eradicating illiteracy in Nigeria.
OUR CORE AREAS
To Provide:
– Legal aid for rape victims
– Legal support against domestic violence
– Child right support
– Legal support against child molestation
– Movement against jungle justice
– Education trust fund
LEGAL AID FOR RAPE VICTIMS
Rape has become a serious problem in our society as it has in the last ten years, assumed a very dangerous proportion. Something must urgently be done to fight this societal malaise. Out of every ten girls between the ages of 0 – 15 in our society, eight have been either raped or sexually abused before the age of eighteen.
Often the victims do not have access to justice because society represses their voices and sometimes these victims are threatened to remain silent while community leaders and elders assume jurisdiction illegally to hear rape cases. We have begun to engage society on these issues and raise awareness that rape is not a family affair but a criminal offense. We have started conversations with community leaders, explaining that it is a crime to aid a rapist escape justice. Our campaign is geared toward the length and breadth of Nigeria with the message that according to our criminal laws, the penalty for rape is life imprisonment and the penalty for attempted rape is 14-years imprisonment.
LEGAL SUPPORT AGAINST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE
Domestic violence is an offense under the Violence Against Persons Prevention Act of 2015. This is a federal legislation enacted to address the root causes of violence in the Nigerian society and to prescribe penalties for noncompliance. It is an offense to assault anyone physically or psychologically, be it a spouse, child, or a relation. Both in domestic and industrial relations, all forms of violence are prohibited under our law.
Cadrell Advocacy Centre therefore believes that the Nigerian society must be informed adequately about this law. Our organization shall from time to time apply to the Attorney Generals of the various states in Nigeria for a fiat to prosecute offenders when necessary. We shall equally institute legal action against any person(s) or institution(s) that obstructs our operation in Nigeria.
CHILD RIGHT SUPPORT
Children are the future of every society. It is therefore important that every child obtains the best in life. Cadrell Advocacy Centre aims to uphold the rights of the Nigerian child as enshrined in the Child Right Act, the United Nations Declarations on the Rights of a Child, and the African Charter on Human and People’s Right.
We aim to combat child labour of any kind, including hawking on the streets, domestic or sexual labour, tribal skin-marking or tattooing of children, trafficking of persons, using of children to smuggle narcotic and psychotropic substances, child sexual molestation, child abduction, removal and transfer of a child to unknown custody, child marriage, employment of a child for the facilitation of criminal acts, begging of alms, and so on. As an organization, we will advocate for the adoption of the Child Right Act in all the states of the federation.
CHILD EDUCATION TRUST FUND
We believe that the best legacy a child can be given is education. When a child is allowed to develop his inner faculties, he finds new perspective from where his life can begin to turn around for excellence. Bearing this in mind, we set up the Cadrell Child Education Trust Fund (CCETF) to help children who are deprived of basic education to access it at no cost. This way, we can sustain our mission of rescuing them from violence. We aim to put underprivileged children in decent schools and cater for their needs till they can find their footings in the society.
There are over 14 million children out of school in Nigeria. Our mission is to reduce this number by half within the next (3) three years. We cannot do this alone, and as such, we have a platform in place by which members of the public can partner with us to make this a reality. It costs just N35,000 to sponsor a child through primary school. This amount will cover the cost of uniforms, bags, books, food, excursions, sports, etc. With your support, we can send as many children to school as possible so that they do not become easy tools in the hands of insurgents. We once again declare our commitment to reduce illiteracy through this trust fund, and we pledge to give account of our stewardship at regular intervals.
There is a sublime effect, likened to the paranormal that glows discreetly at Joy Isi Bewaji’s events. Each is expansive enough to accommodate shades of characters in measureable developmental impact and this esoteric totem seats on the premise that the supernatural is beyond proof or disproof. At the book reading of What Pain May Bring the wind of this rhapsody came again with it numinous artistic shingle spurred by writers of vast cerebral confluence. This episode was sponsored by NASCO Plc and was held at Colonade Hotel, Ikoyi, Lagos on the 21st of February 2015. We witnessed a critical engagement powered by the spark of Joy’s stories. The events left attendees cultivating vertical relationships with the characters of Joy’s creation.
Yvonne Anoruo anchored the event with her usual effortless, confident and humorous adroitness. She keeps smiling cheeks, eyes flush with happiness and an Esther-like step that wins the kings heart. Olumide Lolu’s spoken word performance rattled us into moments of clinical ecstasy as we engage ourselves on series of thoughts. It foreshadowed the flash of what is to come; an apt rendition exploring the themes of cheat, betrayal and moral reprobation. The piece x-rays the mindless blackmail of modern social life laced with the clandestine avalanche of sex and the secret walls built around it.
Again, Rex Afolabi raided the stage with refine verses, dropping poetic sophistry like the serenades in the Victorian age. Rex’s Oratory pulse is reminiscence of the Greek classics. The poem, “These Are The Lines Of a Young Man’s Wrinkles” came out from his mouth tenderly with the nuances of healing virtues. His inherent articulation of powerful emotions recollects in tranquilities. ‘The Lines of a Youngman’s Wrinkle’ mirrors the propriety of the struggle of man which begins at birth. It was well received as the question a survival forms the fulcrum of the conscious human experience.
The brand manager of NACO Plc Mr Gbolahon shared the vision of the company to the audience stating that the company’s product is all over Lagos and beyond. He implores writers to keep up with the writing profession that NASCO Plc is fully behind creative writers in Nigeria. He added that in future further programme of this nature will equally be sponsored by the company.
The book reading took the center stage after Rex. Funke Tega read gorgeously from What Pain May Bring. Her carriage could put time at reverse gear. It was hard to find the traces of Africanism around her charismatic aura. She’s exquisite, polish and petty. When asked why she took that part of the reading as her favorite in the book. Her response was unconventional. She likes the fact that a woman here, is cheating on a man. Most authors according to her will write on how men cheat but here, the reverse is the case
Fumi read modupe’s story. Modupe’s boss sleeps with her intensively at the office. Fumi likes the story because of its sex scenes. She posits that the whole book revolves around sex and the common human reaction to the very subject. Fumi is blunt and honest. The sex subject was for her a human proclivity that underscores his latent prognosis.
I read from Debbie’s potion of the book. Debbie’s live is a whole lump of shit. But she remains the happiest character in the book. Her snoring boyfriend snoops around and Debbie had “Rotten Sex”. Even though she led a wasteful life she was happy in her self-induced stupor. Emem , committed murder, Jolomo, committed suicide, Caro is not happy, the woman is orange is sad, modupe is stupid and so on. Debbie lives happy!
Joy read the story of the woman in purple; Ziggi’s story. It reveals how rich woman lust over young men. How they lavish them with money and use them lustfully to assuage their insatiable sexual desires. The author thinks this trait is common is cosmopolitan cities like Lagos where the story is set.
The conversation boiled up on a different frequency when Yvonne threw questions at the audience for appraisal. The question was, ‘’what do we make of a society where women are told to get married before they can be regarded as valuable in society”? It is a society that works against itself. It pushes you to take decisions only to reprimand you when the idea crumbles.
Joy thinks the marriage script is overburdened. She added that marriage isn’t really working these days. People who are there are just hanging on. It is gloomy and tragic. Ayo Sogunro pulls us to how historical and colonial influences made the issue what it is today. The colonial authority placed so much emphasis on a woman being marriage and somehow, people got influenced by this appeal, subsequently it developed into a strong tie that society approves as the common standard for human habitations. There were divergent views to Ayo’s postulations. A lady, who opposed the view stated that colonial influence was not responsible for this facade that it was African to act that way because our traditional cultures and the voice of our society wants the woman to stay married.
The question was asked if a lady should walk up to a guy to express her love to him. Ayo Sogunro thinks at such case we should look at gender roles and natural inclination. Some people are reserved while others are brash or extroverted; this inclination should determine who does what, when and how. Conversely, the conversation cart further to the measure of influence society should have on a man. A firm gentleman arrested the conversation by saying women should be a little bit considerate, they may have to think like men sometimes and the men should try to think like women too so that in so doing, both parties will have understood the indices of societal change and build confidence and competence around it. According to him a woman who wants a rich, generous and handsome man should be rest assured that he doesn’t exist
Joy faulted ladies who wants God fearing men because the term itself is ambiguous and the ladies, have no idea what they are talking about. Joy observed that it will shock you the number of ladies who wants exactly what the men want. It goes without saying therefore that the more thing change the more they remain the same. Joy wonders why on wedding days woman are hipped with so much responsibilities. She must make sure the man wakes up, eat well and the likes of it. This is the script that needs proper expurgation as time and social roles have changed
Ayo Sogunro lob out an untested theory to the audience that for a relationship to work, look for someone who shares the same believe with you but who have different characteristics from you.
Above all, research has shown that the change which came with social trend was not, what anthropologies may say, the introduction of a new way of thinking, but the rigorous and exclusive use of an old one, that this has meant enormous alteration in our attitude and our mythology no one would deny but in the broad sense, the social trend has always existed. To collect evidence by observation to generalize from your information and then to test our general pattern by prediction and further observation is not a procedure invested by western man since the renaissance. It is the activity which made all African civilization possible and subjected to change.
I do not wish to see you cry
It’s fermished but I choose to try
Your lumps withering under this strain
And I call you at night at the train
To check on your solitary soul
The parchment that left you whole
When did this happened to us?
Dark years upon us
The cathedral’s intervention is foul
Their clandestine mopping like an owl
Who’s this vagrant vicar that rants?
By celestial propensity he wants
Now,if we call on Nnansu
Let no one call us Osu
We don’t know who brew the semen
But we know it is not of men
You are not a whore
Even the deity had swore
How you giggled under their pangs
Their lustrous erection hanged
Then you gnashed your teeths
To let pains tit
Wollowed at the strains of divinity
And trade the pains of viginity
Perhaps,if the pontus comes
A tribunal will do the flangs and tomes
Was it not the median chest?
That was crest?
An inscription of injustice
Only fate noticed
A truck load of faithless beast
Soaked in the vault of malign feast
Of all my sojourn,
To appease these falcon
To braze up in accolade
To take the blade
And open up the gods.
Evans Ufeli 2015.
WHISPERS TO THE WALL
The sands of this racky floor
our minds incarcerated and blurred
And a swift drop of kolanut placates
The ugly corps to vacate
The scrotum itches
Fate,lowering to patches
The repulsive urine stench
You only whisper to the wall fench
god is lost
Faith is foist
No felons inhibits this shame
The rogues had the fame
You only whisper to the wall
If you stand tall
The wall frowns daily
To foes who stare daily
He knew not your innocence
Nor trade with your insolence
On the new space of our imagination
A drop of your apostate intention
A big-breasted diva at the mall
You stare out of the cage hall
You only whisper to the wall
Evans Ufeli 2015
ETUA ARISE (REVOLUTION SERIES)
A SHORT STORY BY EVANS UFELI
The hamattan blows horrendous in Etua and this left the weather hazy. It was those times when you count down to Christmas. Farmers were in the yam harvest season, cassava harvesters do their trade in no particular season, and it was continuous year in, year out. The hunters were rather engrossed chasing games. After the Independence Day celebration is the new yam festival, then the Christmas merriment. It was a busy time for the villagers. The rituals of farming and hunting expedition were heavily felt in Etua at times like this.
The Adofi Street looked deserted and the foot path that led into the bush had emptied the villagers to itself. No lazy man finds his stay in Etua worthwhile he will be mocked until he finds his hands busy or get himself ostracized. The history of Etua was written with sword. She fought wars, conquered territories before it found its stead.
Etua, with its rich myth and mysterious deities implores all pleasant sense of forthrightness towards its choice of food and drinks. Etua forbids two animals, two fishes and two kinds of woods. The reason attributed to this ancient practice is deeply seated on traditional religious shamans drawn from precedents across generations.
If a man’s anger forces him to pick up a matched against his fellow man, a stringent penalty is melted out on him without mercy. The legal writ is unwritten but very effective. It has had it force for a very long period of time. The criminal Jurisprudence is such that, villagers held as sacred. A weighty size goat, ten tubers of yam and wine .Then all its necessary condiments for a savory delicacy or an option of fine are required. These were the cost implication for those who contravenes the law. By the probity of these conditions; men would rather row back their anger and toll the line of peace.
It is out rightly forbidden to pull the matched recklessly, however repulsive the offence of the adverse party was. The gods see into the enforcement of this rather resplendent punitive ordinance and it ensures it is carried out to the latter.
At peace week, no man is allowed to make a noise or trouble the village with sounds of music, squabbles or church talking sounds.
The otu – uge is an age grade and the customary law enforcers. Those who contravene the rules of engagement at the peace week will have to pay for chicken caught by the age grade on their behalf as sanction for the breach of peace.
It was two weeks after the peace week and Ishoma was due for the shedding of her kindred spirit. The ritual was to take place that afternoon; The “Ebo – Obanje”; tracing through spirit realm to get freedom to live among men and marry to a suitor of her choice; Like appeasing Abiku to let her live within the flaking region of existence. She had been costumed that morning, her succulent breast nicely rapped with linen, her waist made of white skirt revealing her sexy navel which gave her radiant soft soothing eyes a magic look. Her hips stood lively and bounce fabulously as she walks around. Her eyes was completely poised out in sex reflective, the eye ball socketing graspingly and possessed with sin. She had trifling intake of alcohol to keep her tipsy. She was extremely beautiful that the debia performing the rituals had his eyes fixed on her breast throughout the exercise.The shadow of death has darkened the peoples’ face to a puzzling proportion. It was amazing that the setting chosen for the rituals is less than five kilo meters away from the scent of death. Ishioma’s suggestive curves showed even in the uniform designed to reduce feminine charm to the bearest minimum. She smiles with the very soul of her youth and the fire in her eyes has settled into a steady glow. The drum beats tickles her stance and she wiggles her hips to follow her kindred spirit. She dug deep into the earth to excavate the substances that will grant her liberty from the obanje dynasty
It was a sojourn into the spirit enclave to correct and appease the force that controls her physical existence. It must be done or else a tragedy of some sort awaits her if she evades the sacrifice. She danced as the spirit drum sound raid the air. Her body responded to the beats and she giggled her waist hysterically with intrigue speculation and wonderment. She performed the dance-rituals appealing to the kindred spirit to show her the spot where her key is buried beneath the earth.
Her body swung luxuriantly as she quivered through the spot that pleased her kindred spirit. She slipped and stood up staggering, and then she went on her knee. The debia poured libation on her, then on the earth to appease the custodians of her destiny. The crowd cheered her; men with ravenous eyes watched her body dribbling.
“Bring me the wine jar” the debia shouted. His boys hurriedly brought the wine; he poured a large size into a calabash, chanting incantations. He gave it to Ishioma who drank the content. She staggered helplessly and went no her knee, her lips muttering incomprehensive lyrics, her well sculptured face now wore a new look. There were stripes of white chalks and mud all over her body. Her thigh blistering and voice hoaxed.
Now the spirits has taken possession of her soul. She cat walked to the digging spot and sat down there and began to dig the earth. The heaven broke loose and the rain came down in torrent as she digs the spot. Her friends stood by her and watched precociously. They were all engrossed at her displays. Ebere wept. She’s Ishioma’s childhood friend and they had their fears on the rigors of a day like this. Others girls stood speechless imagining the callousness of the spirits-beings who have chosen not to let the living stay without chains.
Ishioma slept that night and dreamt, she woke up furious and panting. Her spirit husbands want to have their usual turns on her but the bounds appeared broken. So they only chased her in the dream, striped her naked but before they came on she woke up. One last sacrifice and she will be free from the virile libido of spirit men.
Her eyes stayed wide opened, she prayed, her legs and hands kept shaking side splittingly. She was pressed. While staggering to the toilet, her sleepy eyes brought some horrible images to her. Men like monsters chased her demanding for sex and ownership of her of her innocent waist.
* * *
Onwubegbu; a politician with the ruling party had been elected as the chairman of the Local Government Area in time past. Now he is a member of the state house of assembly. He will not give up the ambition of marrying Ishoma. The youth wing of the community detested such ambition given that he had done nothing for the community since his adventure into politics. Igwebike; the youth leader made it clear that they will not let him have Ishioma because of his insensitivity to the plight of the community.
Ishioma was ripe and ready for marriage. Now she has broken loose from the clutches of the spirit world but she is indifferent at the choice of marrying Onwubegbu given the overwhelming rejection of the union by both the old and young in Etua. Igwebike is Ishoma’s cousine. She has so much respect for him, because at some point,he saw Ishoma through school and the family ties that bind them together should not be traded for a malignant politician whose greed is repulsive to the Etua Community.
Onwubegbu is an orator, a sugar-coated wordsmith who can convince anyone to bend to his side of every debate and exchange.
“A community should not decide for you who your daughter marries. That is should be a family decision, it is not in their place to intrude into your privacy, and it is an insult to you. It is to say the least, most unfortunate’’
. Onwubegbu said, as he discussed with Ishoma’s parent at their sitting room; Mr. and Mrs. Ossai Eke.
Ossai Eke is a gentle man who is exposed to community development and the workings of government. He knew Onwubegbu had done so poorly for the community and he wants his daughter happy. He does not want to choose for his daughter a husband. She will have to make her choice. He looked at Onwubegbu right into his two eyes and spoke.
“You have not done well for Etua. The grievances of the youth wing of this community have risen to the high heavens. The gods have heard them cry. You were voted into office to make a change but you have brought us impoverishment. I will speak the truth in this matter, I will speak for the youths but I won’t speak for my daughter concerning you. She will decide on her own without interference whether she will marry you or not. You will have to meet her on that. I have spoken”.
Onwubegbu, stood there confused, regrets written all over his face. Ossai Eke called Ishioma and she came out that afternoon parading with splendid smiles that lighten up the sober mood that pervaded the living room, she wore a long gown that transparently reveals her radiant skin. Ossai Eke excused the duo. Onwubegbu spoke softly and persuasively and Ishoma listened. He shared his feelings and how he loves her and made lofty promises to her as he did during his political campaigns. He asked her to marry him.
“I know you must have heard what people are saying about me and how I have disappointed this community. But you must know that governance is not as easy as many people think. There are so many forces that are beyond our control. We are at the mercies of some powerful top bosses. They won’t let us be”.
Ishoma looked self-possessed and irritated.
“You should have done something, just one thing!
Our villagers travel to other places and they have seen what is going on in other places, you didn’t do well at all, I must say the truth”.
Isioma spluttered.
“Yes I know ‘’
Said Onwubegbu.
‘’But I need a second chance to right this wrongs. Marry me and together we will build a great community”.
Onwubegbu promised.
“Before I say anything, go and meet the youth wing, let them know you are sorry, and then I will marry you”
Said Ishoma.
Onwubegbu was happy to hear her say she will marry him.
“I want to marry you for a reason I cannot explain, but for the sake of our land. I will be with you only on the condition that this community must get what belongs to her by right”.
Ishoma mused.
* * *
The Etua Ukpo road was blocked. Traffic hold up!
It was Ishoma wedding. And all the politicians in Ndokwa land were present. The roads were utterly bad. The politicians reeled on their jeeps splashing mud on pedestrians. They were not remorseful at the conditions of the people. It was time for merriment and that is all that matters now. Villagers came out of their mud houses, with faces wrinkled at the pangs of poverty and hardship. Some cheered the politicians in their exotic cars occupied with fat butt women from other clans which they lavish the community money on. As twitness how Ishoma’s hand will be given out in marriage. The master of the ceremony made wonderful remarks about Onwubebgu as an illustrious son of Etua Land. He sang his praises and everyone nodded in jubilation. There was food, drinks, meat and water .There was a heavy supply of goodies so they feasted. The youth wing had arrived with their leader Igwebike. He was smiling his way to his seat when the bridegroom beckoned on him with pleasantries and he ordered the waitress to serve him food and drinks. The sonorous voice of Ubulu raids the air into the stratosphere.
“Olu ekwo eku iyin ezuwe .Ayin Kwo te eku ayin, ana” Aha, olu ekwo eku iyin ezuwe … Bia ni ka yin dozi, ni obodo eyin.
Ossai Eke nodded at the apt rendition of Ubulu. The villagers danced, the women swing their waist, breast dangling flippantly at the rhythm of excitement. The men cheered the politicians. The governor of Delta State was amazed at the joy the people shared with their own man in power. The security operatives drank to stupor. Ishioma was lead out and the crowds hailed her. They lifted her up in joy and jubilation. Then Ossai Eke was called out as traditions demands, to hand over his daughter to the bridegroom, Onwubegbu. After his speech he called on Onwubegbu holding his daughter by the right hand. Onwubegbu stepped forward.
“Today before my people of Etua Kingdom and before the gods I hand over my daughter Ishioma Eke to you Onwubegbu and I pronounce you man and …”
Ossai Eke was cut-shot.
“Yes”
Igwebike, shouted the youth wing hailed him.
“We will take it from there. We welcome you politicians to our community, I am impressed at your turn out today. We like to thank you for your good works. As you can see you came in through a nice road and you have meet people that are well fed; the people you represent, you did not only disappoint us you have also come to mock us with your big cars and big bottom women. You are welcome”
The whole place became quiet and the politicians stared at one another and shivered at what will come out of this. Igwebike resumed.
“Now, Etua Kwe eke! Etua Kwe eke! Etua Kwe eke!!!
All the youths picked up stones.
“Pick up your stones Etua”
Igwebike shouted, so they began to stone the politicians. The youth took Ishioma away, they stoned the politicians to the point that some broke their legs, some kill and a few escaped into the bush with scars all over their bodies. The governor ran and Etua mobilized her people to beat the politicians until they all lost their voices. Stones were used to re-write the history of Etua. Not too long from then change came to Etua land.
P.S. Ishioma is a symbol of you and I. In 2015 let us be the metaphor that will obviate the norm and change the status quo. They cannot come and take you all the time, let them pay now. NOW IS THE TIME!
SHALEWA!
After drinking two bottles of Orijin Premium spirit,
I became tipsy as I gazed at shalewa who as usual,
stood Akimbo under the dogonyaro tree in front
of our house. Her bowl of mixed roots, locally
brewed was before her. She sells kparaga and
other roots-distilled liquor that cure malaria and
typhoid. My eyes were permanently fixed to her
waist. Shalewa has a waist that could produce a
lump between any man’s thighs. She was blessed
with breasts the size of melons. She wasn’t dirty,
her skin actually glowed luxuriantly in the sun and the appendages on her chest kept swinging hysterically as she attended to her customers. I know she wasn’t near my league, but her
succulent lips, fabulously sculptured breasts and marvelous buttocks were definately affiliated to my class. I greedily undressed her in my mind before I knew what was happening and my manhood stood erect like Aso Rock. I walked up to her, just to tell her we were looking for a house-help and having perused her physical CV, she is just the best woman for the job.
‘Hi’, I spluttered. She knelt down and greeted me
“Good afternoon”. I noticed the excellent
arrangement of her dentition. ‘’ Were you told we
needed a house-help?’
‘No sir.”
‘’ well we need one and I think you could
take up the job’.
‘’Ah!’’ she exclaimed.
“I hope you can do it, ‘’ I shouted with the voice of a boss. ‘
“yes sir, I fit do am well, well,” She said.
Salewa resumed work the next day and made
one of the best stew ever. I ate and stared at her
breasts carelessly dangling from her chest as she took care of the home cores. While she mopped the floor, I tiptoed towards her and held her waist. She turned and looked at me. She was shy. ‘’Oga, no vex’.
I held her waist firmly, planting my manhood between her palatable hips. I caressed it and she
allowed me. Soon my hand got to her breasts and I squeezed them, she giggle. I pulled her straight to my room and she followed like a doe headed for slaughter. I kissed her gently, near the bed, playing with her thick lips while my hand ran gently around her entire body. The wrapper around her waist broke loose and fell gently on the floor. Her eyes became dimed, sexy and wild. I caressed her waist gently, pulling at her panties as she muttered inaudibly. I flipped up her spaghetti top revealing her rounded sexy tummy and I explored lustfully. Then I pulled down her bra and poured her
heavy breasts out; I sent my tongue to her
nipples immediately. Her nipples were tasty, hard
and rough to touch. She screamed softly as I sucked her deeply.
Now, her hand found my dick and
fondled it gently. She was really experienced .She
unzipped my trousers. As my trousers dropped on the floor my boxers held my
erect manhood like a toga. Then, I removed her
panties, her virgina was neatly shaved. It was a
wonderful pairsight that looked unbattered. At a go she pulled my boxers off my waist and my rock-hard dick sprang out steadily for.
She laid down on the bed while I knelt in-between
her legs and I pushed my tongue into her well-
sculptured virgina . She wriggled. ‘’ Ahrrr oga!’’
I went deeper as she screamed at the top of her
voice. I sucked her passionately and she cried out.
Her virgina had no stench, so I enjoyed eating her
while she climaxed to Elysium. Then I sucked her
breasts. Her breasts shone. She took her hand again to my manhood and fondled it. She stroked it vigorously to it’s full length. I made hee go on her knees. I bent a little and took my
penis into her virgina from the back. I entered
slowly, her virgina was tight, smooth and glossy.
She was also lubricated and her virgina swallowed my entire dick at once. I slowly began to thrust into her, she muttered words like “hmmmmmm.
Fuck me!, fuck me! Ah hmmh.” My thrusts were firm and fast now, and she kept asking for more. Her legs were smooth and divided wide, and her virgina hole was tiny, sweet and wet.
She unplugged my dick and held it as she sucked
it. It was sweet. She sucked my dick like her entire
life depended on it. Shalewa, swallowed my
manhood into her mouth just like the virgian did a
while ago. I screamed, my legs were shaking and I
staggered. She held on to my penis like a straw
pumping and sucking.
She had stimulated my penis well. Then she
punished me and I landed backward on the bed.
She climbed on me, held my penis and gently inserted it into her vigina. I felt good and she began to pound me like she was at war. Her breasts jiggled up and downed and I held them. Fondled them. She was moving faster now and my dick remained hard like a rod.
I felt a sensation whizzing down my spine. Then
she suddenly stood up. Landed on her back while I climbed on her, my dick went straight in without missing the target; it travelled deep and I thrust in and out gallantly and joyfully. She was equally on top of her game as she wiggles her hips while i thrust powerfully. She went “ Ah,AH, ah, ah fuck me! Fuck me! Yeah.” Her voice was coarse and she begged for more sex. I kept up the energy and she kept asking for more. She used her legs to wrap my waist around and begged me to fuck her still. I fucked her mercilessly. Her mouth was open as she heaved sighs of satisfaction. I pulled my dick out. It was still hard, I plugged it back in joyfully.
She asked to fuck her more. I did it until she
screamed vigorously, she was about to cum. She
screamed and I kept it slow. I came back faster
again I screamed, “ ah, ah ah. I pulled out my dick and my sperm gushed out and spilled all over her entire body. She smiled joyfully, held my dick and stroke it while I rested. Later, Shalewa served dinner. She asked me to take my bath and have dinner but I had another plan. So I called her up to the bathroom I loosed her wrapper. While the shower splashed gently on
her naked body I romanced her, sucked her breasts and finally I asked her to touch her toes. She did and I enter from the back, her virgina was so tight. I thrust gently and she wiggles her hips pleasurably. I caressed her body and my dick slippery inside her. Her hips kept wriggling. It was an exhilarating experience and she pulled me to herself and washes us off with water as I increased the strength of the shower.
I later had dinner, saw a movie and went to
bed. I called at Shalewa’s rooms at midnight and she was fast asleep. I stared at her sexy figure while salivating. I woke her up. When she saw me she smiled and held my chick up enfolding it graciously.
We had sex till day break Shalewa knows her job
excellently well.
I woke up again. I was startled to see my wife glaring at me from her own side of the bed. “Who is Shalewa?” She growled. “And why were you fucking my pillow for the past five minutes.”
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