"You know what? When you're done, get the fuck out of the house." Deola replies coldly as she opens the door to leave.
Seeing her leave, Nathaniel sighs heavily, putting his dragon within the confines of his clothings. Slowly, he buttons his shirt but his mind is not with him.
Absent minded is Nathaniel as he drops his weight on the bed unable to put a lid on what happened earlier with Deola.
And to even think that she'd use the f word on him. Either he had started seeing illusions or Deola was slowly changing.
Into someone he could not any more understand.
At least, the Deola he knew back then was this docile, innocent girl who always looked to everyone's wellbeing no matter what.
Not that he currently refutes it, but the glare and the anger with which she had reacted to him was startling.
'Is this because of the Tade guy?'He asks himself mentally.
'But she sounded so sure that she never mentioned a Tade.' Nathaniel trie
The day is hot and windy, occasionally wisps of dust clouds twirling up and down as vehicles zoomed past on the dual carriageways. Scanty clouds make the heat in full intensity upon the people which is because of the current season in Nigeria. The carriage way is accentuated by bumps and the occasional potholes filled with little puddles of water that splash each time a vehicle accidentally swerves into them.Although there is here road cones at the service lane where a few civil engineers and labourers, members of the Federal Road Management Agency(FERMA) with a heap of granite, a few shovels and wheelbarrows and a heavy duty sand truck on the standby with its engines still revved.They work, making technical decisions as is common with their occupation in determining the costs of the road repairs, totally oblivious to the black convertible that zooms past them as they are currently
Sunlight filters from the window, with its curtain parted to the side. Adjacent the window is yet, another window in similar fashion as the day is very hot. This is due to the factor of the new coming season of harmattan in Nigeria, which is a time of hot weather but yet cold and foggy mornings and afternoons.But to alleviate thew situation, to power holding company is absent in its duties as there is no power in the room. The tablw on which the piece of pressing iron still contains neatly stacked books, an orange, foldable reading lamp, a bottle opener, pens and a stack of paper cards littered on it. Also, there is a white ceramic plate tray which contains hot aromatizing chin-chin from which a hand picks a couple of them, straight into a waiting mouth.It is Deola and she leans against the table, her butt to the rim as her mouth crunches on the chin-chin. She wears a purple s
“Mum, Dad, I’m going for a sleepover at Tunrayo’s place.” Deola says, a hand holding her elbow as she stands before the Television, facing her parents who sat in a cuddling position on the settee, watching the laptop on Richard’s lap.“Sleepover?” Deola’s mum says, frowning slightly behind her glasses, her head on the shoulder of her husband, Richard, in her brown linen gown.“Yes, Mum.” Deola leans forward in her yellow spaghetti top and black joggers, her eyes pleading, while holding a see through white gown and white tennis short. “Sleepover. Nothing More.”“Good.” Came Tunrayo’s voice from Deola’s earpod in her left hair which is hidden by the draping woollen pink headwarmer.“You don’t go for sleepovers ever. And today is Friday. In a few hours it will be time for the Weekly Prayer Vigil and none of us is missing it.” Deola’s mum’s eyes flashes.
[MATURE CONTENT R+18]Tunrayo sighs again, watching as Nathaniel wraps his hand around Deola’s waist and her shoulder. She makes to speak but closes her mouth again, the disco light playing a part in slowing her down.For some seconds, she cannot bring herself to just let Deola go but then again, Nathaniel and Deola has as always, had a spark that made people think they were in a relationship even though they weren’t.“I’m sorry, Dee. Nat, lets go… “ She urges as Nathaniel begins to move, Deola becoming surprisingly docile, hanging drunkenly over his shoulder.“No, Tunrayo. You look like a mess yourself. Your hair is dishevelled. You should seat here and maybe… just grab a drink, you know.” Nathaniel repl
THE ALTERCATION3 Days Earlier…“How?” The fair skinned figure with the model perfect body sighs, a hand to his chin.No matter how he thinks it, he cannot seem to understand and so, ‘how’ is the only word that still stays, unchanging in his mind.How? How? How?By normal logic, it is impossible. He did cover the tracks well, didn’t he?Oh, right those snapshots…But then, how is he to know that Tunrayo would pull such stunt as the one sh
“Ahh...” Tade groans and with a huff, seats heavily into the driver’s seat of the Nissan Micra. Inside, he drags his legs in, huffing out while his head sags against the headrest. Taking deep breaths, Tade’s mind is unfocused so much that as soon as his legs are in, he slams a fist at the middle of the steering wheel, activating a short blare of the horn as result.He exhales, then wipes his face with one hand, smearing ichor all over his face as result. Shaking his head, Tade sighs, thinking of where he had come from.And by all of him, he sincerely misses his home.Born and bred in the Atlantic Ocean, he is a member of the seemingly unknown races of beings called Emeres by Yoruba people in Southern Nigeria.
Jaeger stays still for a brief second, watching Tade groan as the Nissan Micra emerges from thin air. He turns around with a frown on his face musing that anyone could have seen him do such a thing and most definitely raise a fuss over it.And if that happened, that was opening their existence into the full glare of mankind. Of course, there had been slips through history. Even Man’s method of finding information through the system they call ‘internet’, a poor replica of the original Fate/Time-stream, had bits and parts of sightings of extra-terrestrial beings.When such sightings did happen and the sightings are recorded, people would often still contain doubts, providing all sort of theories as to why such things were unable to happen, a race of sickening faithless beings.And more often than not, their ability to disbelieve things even when it seems so real –So far as it does not gain the approval of science, it is false – did work in favour of their existence and made their glamour
“What does dad and mum say, Jaeger?” Enas says coming to the seating room with a small ceramic tray of munchies. He settles down on one sofa while pushes a stool into position after which he rests his legs on them, outstretched and crossed. He has a change of clothes now, sporting a green vintage shirt, unbuttoned which reveals his bulk upper torso which is laced with many hairs especially at the chest while he has a deep green shorts with baggy pockets on the side with white flip flops which he leaves at the foot of the sofa.Jaeger turns away from the rectangular inscribed screen towards Enas, partially and sighs just as the glass returns its to is original state.“I did tell how you all fare and the nature of things.”“Nature of things eh?” Enas asks, lobbying the brown crusted munchies into his open mouth like one would do to in basketball.“Yes…” Jaeger sighs, taking the silver pendant and replacing it into his inner breast pocket. “ I informed them about the girl and they were
It has been some hours, a day approximately, since the encounter on the muddy banks. Today, the air smells different, with the scent of water coupled with the sweet harmonies of chirping birds while the sun sets in the distance, sinking down into the depths of the lake.Two people stand a little after the whitewashed picket fence, staring down at the beautiful setting of the orange spotted sky, their hearts pounding in the excitement of being close to the one who meant so much to them.Tade, wearing a yellow vintage shirt with patterns of a palm tree, has his hands in his slim fit black trousers and a broad, satisfied smile on his face.By his side, his 'girl', the quiet, reserved but sweet lady, Deola stands, her palms hugging each other infront of her while her body is clothed with a floral orange gown, red slides on her feet. Her face has a pasted satisfied smile as well as she gazes on ahead.After some more minutes of silence, she turns to look at Ta
Her worry is not far fetched however, for by the side of them, at the far side of Debi's left is the Water Spirit King, Arinle, eyebrows knitted fiercely while his eyes flash with light in sync with the blistering aura emanating from his body."What… is… this… madness?" He balls his fists, his eyes bulging while muscles contract visibly all over him.Arinle, like before, is adorned in a silver scaled sleeveless top that perfectly packs in all the muscularity that he has. On his waist is a golden shining belt with a single tower-like tip, large enough that it covers half of his stomach before getting ended at his waist, from which the blue scaled trousers runs down.On his face is a large wreath of luxurious black beard, from his jaws down to the uppermost of his chest. He has bushy eyebrows as well, glittering eyes that tell of madness unspeakable, his whole form shivering with condensed furious rage."Father&helli
"Tsk… Damn you! How can you be this strong at your failing health level?" Enas groans, rolling over to evade another stomp of Tade."It's the power of love, my dear. The extent that emotion can motivate has no limit." A feminine voice that belongs not to Tade whispers in the background while Enas gets to his feet finally and begins to trade blows with a furious Tade.However the brothers do not hear the femine but alluring voice of their mother queen as they engage themselves in battle. A punch sails through to the air to Tade’s head but the latter tilts himself backward, evading the blow. But Enas is not over as he follows with a combo attack of a knee kick to the stomach.Groaning, Tade doubles over, spitting out ichor from his mouth. Enas seizes the opportunity in a flash and slams his left elbow heavily, right at the center of Tade, crumpling the latter to the ground.“You always thought to be the better of us… spoilt brat. T
"Nooooooo…."Blood trickles down from her head as her body continues to propel out. Overcome by numbness, Tade stretched out, his hand clutching her leg and holding her back just as the convertible stance shifts again, the somersault in progress.And then, a sploshing sound as the car plunges down, deep down into water."Water?" Tade groans, umconfused as to when there was ever a water body here…Of course, he'd sensed one but the waters would not be so clear for those pure water spirits to use.Murky and stangant water bodies are the standard no-no for his people which is why he had not considered this to be of any importance.A mistake he is come to realize now.Tade huffs, ripping out the seatbelt that restrained him to the seat. He made to go for Tunrayo who is somewhat struggling, albeit, less than the others in the backseat, her head on the steering facing him.There is a cut on the forehead and her eyes loo
Seeing that, even the hesitant family rush in, opening the door as Tunrayo begins to drive even as they rush in, Deola being hoisted in first.And then, with a loud screech, Tunrayo's convertible tyres paint black on the asphalt as the zooms off and away."So, somebody tell me, what is going on?" Tolani, the mother of Deola asks in a fast rising tempo.They are huddled into the backseat, Richard at the seat behind Tade while Tolani is behind Tunrayo, this, putting Deola right at the center of them all.For a brief moment, the entire car is silent, each person trying to process that which has happened.Tade's mind is agog with responsibility towards all the people in the car as he understands that because of him, they all would be targeted.He cannot bring himself to say that this might have turned out well, being that, Tunrayo had popped up right on time. No, he rather would not.Instead, he blames himself for being so clumsy. F
The humanoid croaks, walking on to where its target would be. And as it gets there, just outside the window, it raises the bow to eye level, putting his fingers to the non-existent bowstring.Then, a line of white shimmering energy appears which the humanoid plucks as far back. Another energy strand appears, forming an arrowhead of thin energy strand at the bow, ending into a feathered bottom that is now held by the humanoid on the plucked string.And then, Tade’s strained physique blurs into the view, at the open driveway. He stops, his mouth aghast at the sight that greets him, unable to bring himself to do anything.Indeed, he cannot do anything because at the very moment, the arrow made of the milky white energy is only seconds from being fired by the assassin.His breathing doubles as time slows, panic filling him because it shows that all his efforts are all but nought. After all, the scenario he had been striving to avoid is
And, Tade huffs, never again would anyone hurt his girl.Not ever! Poisedon's Kiss
It is just about 24 hours since Tade had asked Tunrayo to give the spirit pill that he had been able to get, through forceful means however, from the underwater city where he did reside. And thus, Tade muses within his heart that this is just the time he has to check on her again.Although, he feels it deep within him that she would survive it. He does not have any gRebellion
The Lagos Port Complex also referred to as Premiere Port (Apapa Quays) is the earliest and largest Port in Nigeria. It is situated in Apapa, Lagos State, the commercial center of Nigeria. The Port, established in 1913, witnessed the construction of the first four deep water berths which did begin in the year of 1921, a few years before the country of Nigeria did gain independence while it still did exist under colonial rule of the British.The Apapa Port as of now, is well equipped with modern cargo handling equipment necessary for the day to day activities of the harbour and also, personnel support facilities making her cost effective and customer friendly. It does enjoy intermodal connection – Rail, Water and Road. It boasts of a four wheel gate of about 8 meters for oversize cargoes and this has given the Port an edge over others in the handling of oversized cargoes.However, while the port is usually very busy, today is not o