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The Lady of the White Watch 2


In case you missed the first part of this story, you can read it here. Enjoy

  1. White light, Gold chrome

Lady Lola (@_LadyGoth) leaned back beside the pool in her Calabar mansion, the soft sea breeze from the Atlantic caressing her long dark locks and frizzling through her white damask, in her hand was a half finished merlot, not her favourite but she had added dollops of ice cream, vanilla flavour of course and it made the stiff merlot alright.

She watched as the palm fronds danced and swayed to the wind, she closed her eyes and day dreamed peacefully.

Suddenly her nerves clanged, something was wrong. Her hand jerked up, she didn’t feel the sun on her face any more, opening her eyes as her heart beat picked up she saw Fisayo standing there, a black cloth over an object…..her smile returned again, $550 million well spent….the sword was here.

Lola reached for her white Gold iPhone, typed in a few codes and smiled, her pure white dentition on display, “your account has been credited, madam”

Fisayo nodded and walked off.

  1. Purple butterflies, sweet release.

Lady Lola stood as her retinue of servants led her towards the mansion, a trusted servant carried the sword to the vault below, as she walked into the large dining hall, all the men and women at the table stood, governors, commissioners, soldiers and the like, men and women of timbre and calibre.

She gracefully sat, the entire table followed her to sit, all eyes riveted on her resplendent beauty, her well cut chin, her ever so ebony hair, her graceful white gown, the cut and trim perfect like a lily, dining table was clothed in white and gold, the cutlery white gold, the drink chalices woven with white and gold, the ceiling overlooking the table was done with a mosaic depicting the fall of Atlantis and seven warriors around the Atlantis piece, each one holding a sundial.

Servants stood at the elbow of each participant at the dinner party, the main meal hadn’t been served yet, on the table was fresh Russian caviar accompanied with whole wheat biscuits, asparagus cream and rhubarb pies, appetizers fit for a king.

Lady Lola delicately coughed, the big room was suddenly silent, and she stood her white gown shimmering.

“Members, friends, brothers, sisters, I welcome you to the new age-“, she lifted her chalice.

“All Hail!!” screamed the gathering, a giant ripple went through the floor.

Lady Lola continued,” the world is rid with corruption, danger, suffering, murder and all sorts of villainy and vile!”

“Villany and Vile!” chorused the gathering.

Lady Lola spoke faster with gusto, “we are the Watchers, we are to right the dawn of time and its now! We shan’t fail!….we shan’t surrender!”

“We shan’t fail! Hurray! All hail!” yelled the gathering their spirits rising in unison.

“The last of the radium has been deployed and the final piece of the puzzle has been acquired, the sword of Okomfo Anokye, has arrived we shall be able to enact the great purge as desired.

A servant walked up holding a pillow, on the pillow was a white watch, it looked like a sporting watch, Lady Lola held it up for all to see.

“…in this timepiece lies the control codes for the “Sword of the Timkeepers”

A huge gargantuan cheer went up from the gathering.

“And we shall be saved from its strike with the sword of Okomfo Anokye!”

The table was ecstatic as the main course of roast peacock and all sorts of delicacies came in.

Lady Lola sat back in satisfaction.

  1. Mein Hertz Brennt (“My Heart Burns”)

As the dinner went on with song and pomp, a young man stepped out, put his Audi on and sped off in the direction of the airport.

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Tolu stared out the window, Adanma’s soft smile on his mind, her smile was competing with the number seven, what did it all stand for? , what did these people want to destroy and how powerful were they anyway? There had been no retaliation of ripple effect from the people he had stopped earlier! Were does people not as important as he imagined? Was it all a smoke screen?

Adanma’s face appeared again, then her full body as she beckoned him towards the swimming pool, a part of his brain warned, “Adanma, don’t go it’s too dangerous!” , another part of his brain wondered, “what can be so dangerous in a swimming pool? Allow her swim joor….allow her swim joor….ALLOW HER SWIM JOOR!”

Tolu screamed, “Ok…ok she can swim!”

Rotimi looked back in shock, Michael stared at Tolu through the rear-view mirror, “Let who swim, Tolu?

Tolu turned his attention towards them, his eyes slowly focusing, “huh?”

Rotimi shook his head, “Tolu, hope you are alright?”

Michael, “this is our stop guys, please remember to take off, your shoes, and observe proper decorum, Mr. Saezuro Sama, is a man of inerrant discipline!”

They closed the car door and moved towards the cottage on the outskirts of Magodo.

  1. “Dance little eel, fly Green goose”

Sammy-kun (@saezuro) a.k.a Saezuro-sama, sat crossed leg on the mat, his hair done up in the Edo style most Samurais and Yakuza members preferred, beside him lay a perfectly forged katana, the magnum opus of sword master, Rozhi shi Agamoto, this particular blade was forged in 1780, it had served twenty Shoguns and two emperors, before coming into the hands of Saezuro-sama after he save the life of a Japanese princess whilst on a mission in Japan.

Tolu sat “criss-cross applesauce” on the mat in front of Saezuro-sama, he spoke.” We come to find answers and make sense of our deepest issues”. Tolu winced, this was what Michael had told him to say, and it sounded too obtuse.

Saezuro-sama scrolled through his iPad, “cognition is an infringement on the neuronic, a placebo to the cerebral”

Rotimi nodded, “the existence of the seven is to dangerous, they have to be abolished”

Saezuro-Sama, closed his eyes, “the brighter the colour of solitude, the darker the denizen of “le Coeur” become”

Michael muttered, “That’s exactly why we are here, sensei”

Saezuro-Sama stood up slowly and pointed towards the door, in came skinny figure, he handed a paper to Saezuro-Sama and bowed, “the watchers have activated the ‘sword of the timekeepers’, sensei”

The Lady of the White watch, Lady Lola, held the control codes in her hands last night and activated them, they now possess the protective sword from Ghana, within seven days, and the device will be airborne over Nigeria and will ignite leading to ….”

“….catastrophe!” muttered Saezuro-Sama gleefully.

Rotimi wiped his brow, Michael took notes rapidly, Tolu stared at the katana, his vision blurred as “dead in the water” shattered into his consciousness and back out again, the visions blurred and then cleared, he was holding Adanma’s hands, caressing them softly, and he pulled her close, to kiss her…..”dead in the water” crooned Ellie Goulding again, as Adamna became cold and frigid to the touch….”Adanma”…

                                           ……………………… to be continued………………………….


Posted by on July 30, 2013 in Series


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The Lady of the White Watch 1

HEY!!!! *dust cobwebs*, it has been a while since I posted anything. I have just had so many things to do. Well, straight to the matter, today’s post was written by a very good friend of mine @CrimsonCr33d. His name is Chidi, and he blogs here

  1. Twisted candles

Tolu (@Hardeyi) swung his car hard to the right avoiding an onrushing trailer; he quickly grabbed the steering and steadied the car left as the tyres skidded for a second before heading in the new direction, the rain pelted down violently, the fog on the windscreen was making visibility very difficult, the blaring horns of stunned motorists filled his eardrums.

Tolu was a mad dog on the chase, he drove his car at an insane pace of 160 kph, going backwards on the wrong lane, the car he was chasing turned right on Adeola Odeku, tolu climbed the road divider lifting half the weight of his car off the road, his speed increased drastically to 200 kph, his eyes never left the rear fender of the runaway car, his phone began to ring, “dead in the water by Ellie Goulding” shattered into his consciousness. He ignored it, focused only on the rear fender… only the rear fender!

The blue Peugeot he was chasing went down Ajose Adeogun and headed towards the third mainland bridge, it was a Tuesday night, rainy and dark, tolu knew they’d never escape, he kept at it, the traffic cleared, he began to gain on his quarry, …..15 metres…5 metres…BANG!

Tolu slammed into the rear fender of the Peugeot , the car swayed dangereously, tolu felt his blood rush, he couldn’t see, red rage, the windscreen fog , the moving wipers, the rain all melted into a “Salvador dali-esque” miasma.

But his hearing was acute, he heard the BANG! Again, he heard ellie goulding again, “dead in the water” she crooned, then it all moved out of bullet time and gave way to real life, the car spun, the sky replaced the earth and the earth replaced the sky, heaven replaced earth and earth replaced heaven, the car ceiling replaced the car floor……over and over …over and over!


Then the world was very still………..heaven was heaven and earth was earth…..tolu reached for the seat belt release button, the seat belt came off with a click and whirl of grey fibre…..

“miracles for the brave”,  Tolu muttered.

Tolu kicked the door open, he stepped out, the cold wind whipped, hard rain pellets onto his face, his hard face, contorted in focus and red rage, he walked over to the blue Peugeot, by now it was a twisted mass of wreckage leaking fuel into the wet asphalt, four or five people had gathered, to watch the goings on…..

“Oga, are you okay?”

“Is he alive? Are they alive?”

“wetin happen?”

“You see that accident, the car come somersault….”

Tolu heard them clearly, then everything faded into the background, police sirens in the background, muffled voices in the background, the sweet voice of Ellie Goulding in the background, the soft patter of fuel leaking onto the asphalt……..the cleary tingly voice of adanma in the foreground…..the clear tingly voice of adanma in the foreground….

  1. Broken Porcelain, Singing Ibis

The wail of the sirens broke in viciously, slashing Tolu’s reverie into a million shards, the Victoria Island Police Command Rapid Response squad had arrived.

Rotimi (@Roteame) walked over holding an umbrella stencilled with the logo of the Victoria police command, he walked over to his partner, stood over him with the umbrella and surveyed the Peugeot wreckage as the forensics team started their work.

“Tolu, i called…..the Command wanted you to stand down and abort the chase, these men are small fish, and your chase just let the whole organization  know we are onto them, the plan was for these men to run and lead us to the organization’s  hideouts or safe houses…..see that helicopter up there…”

Tolu looked upwards, a large Bell helicopter cast its searchlights across the foot of the bridge and into the Atlantic Ocean and into the dark wet night again, in a macabre dance-like pattern.

“…that helicopter was supposed to follow and bring this case to fruition!”


Rotimi stood back, Tolu’s rage was well put, but hard to diffuse. No point arguing.

“they are all dead Tolu!” , Rotimi said, he spread his hands in a wide gesture towards tolu’s damaged car,” yours is a write-off as well.”

As they drove back to the command , Rotimi turned a lazy eye towards tolu, “something stinks about this case, it’s too convoluted, i mean what the men in the Peugeot carried were just watches…..what’s so special about watches?”

Tolu closed his eyes and muttered,” Radium”.

Rotimi started, swaying the car a bit, “what are they using radium for?”, Tolu breathed slowly trying to fade the anger, “do you have a stick or something hereabouts?”

Rotimi shook his head, “in the pigeon hole, take a puff if you like, the boss is gonna have your head for this, totally ruined a cool operation”

“Totally ruined a cool operation”….the words faded into the foreground of tolu’s mind, the first puff of  the cigarette drove them back into the background.


  1. Tigers waiting to be tamed

Alfred (@Alf_redd) stood by his office desk, he was supposed to go home and watch arsenal get trashed by Barcelona on the telly, but here he was having to wait to understand why tolu had to destroy a perfectly planned operation!.

Kenny(@khenieThomas),  head detective, sat in the visitors chair, legs crossed, hands steepled waiting for Tolu as well, she kind of found him attractive, but that was where it ended….nothing more, he was super annoying in the rest. She was mean to be at home eating bananas and Coldstone ice-cream, but here she was waiting for Tolu.

Michael (@m4mikael) from the department of police affairs, here to checkmate the excesses of the police, should have been at the bar chilling with mates, laughing at arsenal getting beat but…..but here he was waiting for this Tolu character.

Just then the door swung open and in strode Tolu, his eyes as set and cold as stone…he stood in the center of the room as everyone turned around slowly to regard him, one by one every eye shot him a dagger, tolu felt like saint Sebastian on a stake.

“What type of madness is this Tolu?” yelled Alfred, his six foot frame towering above the desk, as he stood ramrod straight, he pounded his fist on the desk, rending the still air with an almighty bang.

Kenny stiffened momentarily as the sound dissipated, she leaned forward and spoke softly,” intelligence reports countermanded your initial orders, Tolu, and you should have heard on the radio, we broadcasted the stand down order to all channels”

Michael hastily took notes into a little black book, pushing his glasses up now and then, he paused and stared fish-eyed at Tolu.

“the criminals had watches with luminous dials….”, interjected Tolu…had to stop them.

Michael spoke up, “….and we are to be wary of luminous dials because?”

Rotimi yelled from the door,” Because of radium…they use radium to make luminous watch hands and dials as well, the organization we suspect is the White watch band, they say they hold the key to the existence of time, they claim the world will have to be ruled by the ‘timekeepers’, so they wait in hibernation waiting for the right ‘time’ for the release of the timekeepers and right the clock of the world.”

Alfred contorted his face in confusion, “Officer that’s just absolutely crazy, such a thing cant exist, whats the correlation with that theory, myth or whatever with the whole operation?”

“Seven little numbers… numbers”, chimed Tolu, he continued:

“The number seven features heavily in our universe, the world both spiritually and naturally, seven days to create the world, seven months for Noah’s flood to abate, the seven continents, the seven seas, seven days of the week, seven deadly sins, seven notes in the musical scale, seven major metals, seven phases of the moon, seven divisions of the brain, seven functions of the nervous system, seven compartments of the heart, seven major body organs,….i could go on and on-“

Alfred interrupted,” yes…yes…we all did geography and Sunday school, but how does that come in?”

Rotimi looked left and right, wiped his brow and spoke, “in the year 1777 a turbulent year in the Americas, the American revolution was in its heat, as George Washington swept through America wiping out the British anywhere he went, a group of Americans felt the world was coming to an end or on the verge of a violent shake-up and the year with the most ‘7’s was most likely to be the year to herald it, they formed the society of the watchers, they would stand guard and prevent the world from going of its axis as it were as this changed happened….but a certain leader of theirs said, their order needed seven timekeepers and one who will be the adorned watcher….they checked the annals and records of the ancients and the person and place was meant to be on the continent of darkest virtue….

Tolu joined in,”…which they readily claimed was Africa, and further to their beliefs Africa has a ‘7’ shape, and the heart of the ‘seven’ is in its crook which incidentally puts their centre of operations in ….”

“NIGERIA” screamed Kenny as Goosebumps covered her entire body.

Alfred sat down heavily, “this all sounds fascinating, but how does this all join?, we have had thefts of important watches world-wide, and INTERPOL has traced everything to Nigeria, we are under serious pressure, that’s why i wanted to find out the centre of operations of whomever is behind all this and put an end to all this!”

Michael whistled,” this is crazy”,

Kenny, her eyes as large as egusi balls, “and very very disturbing!”

Rotimi rubbed a tired hand across his forehead, “it’s the radium that i don’t get…”

Tolu smiled, “radium is radioactive”.

Alfred whistled slowly,” whaaat! They are planning to blow something up…..”

Tolu grimaced that’s what I wanted to find out from those men, i was chasing!”

Rotimi frowned slightly, Kenny leaned back in her chair, the weight of the whole information pushing her back, Alfred slowly reached into his office cooler and produced a bottle of chilled alomo poured it into a glass added a dash of carrot juice, closed his eyes and thought deeply.

Tolu saluted and walked out, Rotimi close behind, Michael had a grin on his face, he called Alfred and Kenny together, “ I have a grand plan”.


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4. The rubble or our sins?

Fisayo (@Fissyfierce) jumped out of the helicopter and into the skyline of Kumasi, Ghana, she could hear the wind whipping past her face at great speed, she had the altimeter in front of her, the needle read 1,000 feet above sea level, she pulled on her parachute plug, the silken sound of the ropes grazing on her back, the silk expand suddenly in the air, the sudden heavy jerk backwards…a smile played on her lips behind the HUD mask, she followed the directions in the HUD mask, the Heads-up display (HUD) mask was equipped with flight data and information on the mission, she followed the bright green lines, they led her to the Kumasi centre she was after the Okomfo Anokye sword, Okomfo Anokye was the ‘Merlin’ of Africa, the merlin of the Ashanti kingdom, he had buried his sword to the hilt to show the strength of the Ashanti kingdom hundreds of years ago.

As Fisayo’s feet drew ever closer to the ceiling of the museum roof, she remembered the legend of the sword and a slight shiver went through her spine, she cared not for fables and myths but the person on the phone had sounded very ominous and quite desperate to get this particular piece of metal work. The money they were paying her was stupendous as well. For the first time in her career, she had almost bargained the price down! Such was the extent of the payment proposed.

Now on the roof she hastily took off the harness, working quickly she leaned over the roof buttress and swung feet first through a window, landed inside the upper parapet, a stunned guard stared rooted to the ground as Fisayo sprayed him with mace, before he could sputter, she rammed her palm against his larynx, swung her feet sweeping him up in the air, catching him with her thigh, a swift kick to the solar plexus and he lay in a heap, she raced across the parapet, swung into the main hall, she put the HUD mask on, the floor was crisscrossed with laser lights, there was no time to  do the weird ballet to cross without tripping any of the laser alarms. Besides the contractor, the strange voice on the phone, said she had to make the heist noisy.

Fisayo leaned back and jumped landing smack in the centre, ran superbly to the sword, the alarms yelled like justin timberlake on speed. Guards poured in like ants, screaming and hollering, but Fisayo was prepared, her suit had a small jetpack.

She grabbed the sword as bullets whizzed by, ignited the jet pack smashed through the windows streamed past the parapet into the Kumasi sky, she touched a nob on the HUD and the coordinates of the helicopter came on, automatically the jet pack’s homing system led her to wards the helicopter.

Work done.

$550 million in the kitty.


************************************** To Be Continued**********************************************


Posted by on July 29, 2013 in Series


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The Arktos Project 2

Good day folks. People have been asking if The Arktos Project is fiction. Truth is, it is not fiction. However, some names have been changed but the events described are real.

The Story So Far… Dika was narrating his escapade off Twitter to his friend Chidi. Dika had met a girl on his friend’s TL and had named her Arktos. Though he didn’t have feelings for Arktos at first and he was just trying to use her to get another girl (who will be mentioned in this part) . Find out how it all plays out below…..

If you do not want the synopsis given above you can read the enite work at The Arktos Project

Dika took another sip at the wine, “as Arktos got closer to me I began to put my plan in action bit by bit, firstly Arktos taught me attention was the way to hold a woman’s interest in you, so I began to flood the other babe I was chasing with endless attention, I would engage her in endless overflowing convos, I would DM her like they created DM’s for just her and I, I even would call her just to say, ‘hi, you are on my mind, goodbye!’…”

I interrupted,” what’s this other girl’s name? The one you were doing this experiment for, the one who had 90% of your heart, Do I know her?”

Dika’s smile was tense, ” you know her, her name is swahili in origin, let’s call her ‘Dawn’ for the purpose of this tale”

I raised my left eyebrow, “oh..ok..Dawn it is!, please go on”

Dika smiled,” Chidi, keep in mind that Arktos wasn’t my main goal or target, I was just using her to get Dawn, Dawn was my main goal at this point!”
I nodded, ” I get you so far…please continue”

“As you can imagine”, Dika continued, “Arktos began to notice the sudden increase in Twitter activity towards ‘Dawn’, let me put it in perspective Chidi, if I tweeted 5 times at Arktos, I tweeted 50 times at Dawn, no jokes!”

I opened my eyes in shock.

“As expected my runz with Dawn took on a new life of its own, we became closer than ever and I was excited, my experiment was bearing fruit!”

I sipped wine and nodded knowingly, “sweet sweet…sounds like you were on cloud nine”

Dika chugged down his glass and re-filled his glass with trembling hands, at that moment I felt a cold breeze tickle past my earlobe.

Dika sipped and spoke, “yea…cloud nine that was for a moment, and then the bubble blew apart”

I smiled ruefully, “how did that happen, casanova?” I chuckled gleefully.

Dika shook his head in disdain, “Arktos noticed and then one day she called me up, she sounded her normally cheerful self, her voice full of that sweet bird-like lilt, ‘Dika she asked, is there anyone else you are in love with?’

“Of course, I said ‘no’, I told Arktos that she was the only one I loved or had any romantic interest in, then her voice dropped an octave, she asked, ‘who is Dawn?’.

“Oh boy!!” I exclaimed in surprise.

“I was stunned into a three second pause, which was all the evidence she needed, Arktos’s voice became an ominous, throaty whisper filled with cold rage, ‘who is Dawn?’ She asked again, I cracked told her Dawn was just a close friend of a friend I was following on Twitter. Arktos said she believed me, but Chidi that was the beginning of hades”

I sat forward in the chair, my hands gripping the glass, half-filled with wine, my eyes locked on Dika’s rheumy eyes, and a nagging cold chill ran up my spine and lingered at the base of my neck.

“In a desperate attempt to keep the profitable experiment alive, I began to shower attention back on Arktos, I would call her everyday, she would use my credit to talk to those around her, she would ignore any of my calls she deemed unimportant. Twitter was a mess, she would only reply 2 out of 37 tweets and it was always with a smiley or a non-commital ‘yep’ . ”

Dika sat back, he looked weary, the memories piling on the anvil on his chest.

“Of course , Dawn’s runz began to suffer again, she must have begun to feel like I was an opportunistic fickle loafer!”

I stared at Dika, disgust rising like yeast in my chest.

“Then Arktos began to ‘set p’ with numerous other guys-”

I halted him and screamed incredulously, “how the blazes would you know that? How? You were stalking?”

Dika fixed his eyes on me, “no she told me-”

I yelled, “Dude?!”

“Just listen will ya Chidi!” Dika’s voice was trembling and he placed the glass on the table he was shaking so badly, the chill in the room began to raise goosebumps allover me.

I silenty regarded Dika, my eyes fiery coals.

“She would call me and tell me about guys she liked on her TL and who and who she was setting ‘p’ with and who and who she wanted to sleep with, keep in mind Chidi, she was a ‘well-tended flowerbed’-”

“THA FUCK? A VIRGIN!” my eyes were as large as Gorilla balls.

“Yea” sighed Dika, “I began to get twisted, I tried my best to get back into her heart, and I even began to give her sexual tips, which she could use to make others guys ‘happy'”

Dika began to scratch at his eyes and they moistened over rapidly and his voice became scratchy.

I scrunched up my nose in derision, “Don’t just start to cry now, you moist piece of Agege bread!”

Who tha fuck was this dude sitted across from me? And I went about telling peeps I knew this guy? , these thoughts sped through my brain.

“Then Arktos became attached to one particular guy, for the sake of this tale, I’ll call him ‘Keats’. Arktos told me I was now in her friendzone, these were her exact words. ‘Dika, I am not friend zoning you or anything; I just want to be your best friend and confidante”

“Best friend? Confidante? Keats?” my brows went up again.

“Yea Keats, he was a poet, that’s why I call him that, so Arktos fell for Keats and began to visit him and get closer to him”

“Arktos stopped calling me , I began to suffer ‘frustration attraction’, my calls increased drastically, I was calling at least thrice everyday plus midnight calls, I was desperate, she bombarded me with more info about ‘Keats’ especially and if Keats was quarreling with her some new soppish idiot would be my rival”

I nodded, “uh huh”

“Then one day I called Arktos and once we got past pleasantries, she told me she had given fellatio to Keats….” , Dika reached for the wine and drained half the glass in one swallow.

I slowly reinforced, “so she gave Keats ‘head’? So what happened? Apart from spit on dick I mean. “, I smiled gleefully at my dirty wit.

Dika just stared straight ahead, “…a part of me just died as I heard her narrate that tale in excitement, I just felt betrayed, and I felt defeated all my hard work wasn’t paying off-”

I interjected, “dude, bro you were crowding her out no? Too much bleeding attention!”

Dika drained the remainder of the wine and poured himself another glass, of course my carpet unwittingly drank its share, I reached for the pillows on the couch behind me and snuggled up in them, the room was getting perceptibly colder.

Dika winced, ” whatever , I began to reduce my calls towards her and she barely noticed or cared as deeply as she used to, I began to react, I started taking designer drugs to cope and sleeping pills to sleep,-”

I leaned forward in worry, ” Dika? Designer pills? You spent loads of cash on that?”

“You see Chidi, the drugs numbed me somewhat, I began to forget her and I could go days on end without feeling the urge to call her, I just laid off everything”

“What the heck happened to Dawn? I asked.

“I became numb towards her as well, well she didn’t get a boyfriend so I always knew she was available but I figured, if I hadn’t yet conquered Arktos, how could I fully attempt Dawn?”

He continued, “well after three weeks of incommunicado between Arktos and I, she suddenly called-”

“Well hurray!” I commented drily.

Dika’s eyes misted over, “it..she…she..Arktos called and she sounded relieved to hear my voice, she started small talk and I happily obliged, but I noticed she was distraught, her voice was laden with pain, then she paused and went, ‘Do you love me , Dika?’ , I meant it with all my heart, when I replied ‘yes’ , Arktos then asked, ‘would you love me if I slept with someone else?’ , my heart began to beat faster , in my head I cried ‘NO NO NO’, but I said I would warn her against it.”

“…then Arktos said, ‘Would you love me if I had already slept with someone else?’ the room began spinning, I held the wall and all I could say was,’errr…errrrm’ ….”

“Then Arktos screamed, ‘HOW CAN YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOUR LOVE IS CONDITIONAL? , she was silent then she said quietly, almost in a whisper, ‘I slept with Keats’, we spoke for a while longer, when the call was over, I collapsed in a heap and couldn’t force tears out of my eyes, it was all dry hacking sobs”

I jumped in, “Wait! Why did you care this deeply? You said she was an experiment??”

Dika smiled ruefully, “I fell for her hard!, I lost sight of my experiment, I just wanted Arktos to love me, that was all I wanted, also I honoured the fact that she was a virgin I wanted her to decide I would be the one to take it, I wanted to be like a custodian of her hym-”

I raised a finger and shouted, “DU-fucking-UDE! Just stop there…ok”

Dika stunned by my volemity, paused and then took a swig at the wine glass. At this point my body was shivering and my teeth where borderline chattering. The room was so cold.

Dika spoke,”after sleeping with Arktos, Keats lost interest in her and moved on to the next conquest, he gave her poetic justice though, he blogged about his conquest of her, that made her panicky and worried.”

“…Arktos drew closer to me as she noticed Keats ebb away, but I tell you Chidi, I was done with being a shoulder to cry on, I mean I had done it once before, look where it led me, so I ignored her and focused my attention on other conquests and Dawn as well!”

I grabbed the pillows tighter and drank the wine fast, so as to build a little heat, the tips of my nose, toes and fingers were getting numb from the increasing cold in the room.

“Well this lasted for 3 months, most of the pain had faded, and I was healing emotionally, but not in a confident enough place to go after Dawn”

I leaned back and spoke,” it amazes me that Dawn still stayed single all this while!”

Dika shook his head lethargically, “Arktos reached out to me after the 3 months hiatus, we stoked the embers of our love for each other and we dated in principle, but irreconcilable differences and continuous disagreements doomed the franchise and we finally broke up in a spectacular final fight and we don’t speak again”

I exhaled, I noticed mist coming out of my mouth, I shuddered, was this Siberia!?

“Dika”, I exclaimed, “so I have listened to this long story, can I now know who Arktos is?”

I leaned forward, Dika said, “do you like Latin, it conveys a certain peace and holiness with it, don’t you feel so?

I gave him a look that would melt lead, “What? No! The fucks wrong with you, heel? , I screamed my frustration simmering.

Dika regarded me with rage in his cold eyes, “Arktos is called ‘beautiful’ in that Holy dead language called Latin”

My mouth opened in shock. , mist pouring forth, my teeth trying to chatter as the freeze made me shiver endlessly.

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4 am
There were two wine glasses on the parlour table, one was full and the other was half empty, I looked at the wine bottle, I had drunk enough for two people, the carpet was stained horridly with wine, as I gingerly stood up, I wondered who the second glass was for.



Posted by on January 17, 2013 in Series


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The Arktos Project

Good Morning folks. It is another Monday. I am sure you are safe and sound wherever you need to be. Today’s post is by a very good friend of mine. He is @CrimsonCr33d. He blogs here It feels like my friends are trying to take over my blog. LOL.

Friday the 24th, 9:00 P.M

I sat down and placed the Red wine on the small parlour table in my two bedroom apartment, my mate Dika sat in the chair opposite, his 5’12 frame care freely slumped in my chair, his dark brown eyes sparkling and taking in every detail, a mischievous smirk on his face, probably hatching some atrocious agenda.

Dika was the typical Covenant University spoilt kid, the kind of motherfucker whose parents could do everything for him and he knew it , accepted it and embraced it completely, the kind of kid that had travelled half round the world, graduated with a 2:1 in economics, would soon do a Masters degree in some obscure stupid course on quantitative mechanics in I.T, come back home to work in a bank, get promoted super-fast because his father is the head of some banking regulatory body, then move into politics and further fuck up the economy.

Yeah he was that kind of kid…

Dika popped the cork on the wine, the froth poured out and some of it stained my carpet and others miraculously found their way into his glass.

“So how was work today, Chidi?”

I shook my head slightly, look at this butty kid. Probably sat on his bed gaming FIFA whilst a servant poured all his drinks, and he sat here forming I can take care of myself, can’t pour a simple drink without drowning my carpet.

“It was fine abeg, how your side na?” I replied.

Dika smiled and held his hand forward, the wine swishing dangerously in the glass, “it was cool jare, and this fine assed auditor came to my office-”

I cut him off, “you dey scope auditor?? Why? You dey mad? Wetin do that your babe na? The one you told me about some while back!”

“8 months back you mean!”

I paused confused, “errm….okay! What happened?”

“It was Twitter oh, na there everything start!”

“Okay”, I nodded my head, encouraging him,” go on”

“You sabi that our classmate Tolu Smallz na!..The one wey him handle be @Hardeyi”

“Uhumm….I sabi am, na my guy na!”

Dika leaned back a faraway look in his eye, “one day I was at home tweeting, as usual bugging everybody and ranting, normal stuff”

He took a swig of wine.

“So now as usual, wanting some fun, I strolled into Tolu’s TL, as expected he was yarning one chick like that”

“Okay as usual, normal thing, so what did you do?”

“I jumped into the convo with one strange comment like that, can’t remember exactly what I said”.

Tolu replied with ‘you are mad o’ and the babe was like ‘you are incredibly funny’, so I followed and she followed back. Normal stuff, no biggie.”

I poured myself a bit of the wine, this was getting interesting.

Dika continued, “I didn’t know that I had just added a crazy babe to my list, my whole world was just about to change.”

I smiled.

Dika leaned forward, ” so I started little convos with the babe, didn’t even know her name sef, I just referred to her by her handle, but I was able to find out, she was a rock fan, as is my style na, I began to work on that, tagging her to lyrics talking rock and stuff, making funny comments on 40% of her tweets…

…The babe started warming up to me, started replying tweets with increasing speed and word counts…..

“Chidi you remember that my girlfriend then, Grace…

“Yea.The tomboy…the violent weirdo”, I nodded

“Yes that one. We had just broken up so I was tweeting about my heart break, this babe raced onto all my heartbreak tweets with comments like;
‘Eyaaah, sorry boo, awww, who will do this to a nice guy like you na’ and all sorts of such comments”

I swallowed hard, “Dika, she did all this and you didn’t know her name yet?” I raised my eyebrow.

Dika still had that faraway look in his eye, “yes exactly, so I needed to confirm how deep this attachment was getting, I began to form very grateful for the comments and care, and still she gave me no name”

“So right there on the TL I asked her what her name was, she DM’ed me her name”

“Seriously, she did that?” I interjected, “and her name is?”

Dika smiled, “let’s not call her name out eh, let’s preserve that anonymity, those who know her will know her”

“Come on!” I urged, “at least her effing handle bro?”

“No No”, insisted Dika.

I quickly looked at the quantity of wine still in his glass, was he drunk?

“Anyways”, Dika continued, “I gave her a sweet little nickname, ’cause I reasoned, if she had to DM her name, then it held some weird meaning to her, so in a way I was killing two birds with one stone, softening her heart with a nickname and covering her anonymity as well”

Dika sipped at the wine, “so now next thing I know she gives me a nickname right back,-”

I jumped in again, “what did she call you?”

Dika smiled ruefully, “teddy…she called me teddy”

I burst out laughing, “awww so sweet! You faggot!” I shook my head disdainfully. “So go on , Teddy!” I teased.

Dika smiled his eyes moisting over, “we flirted a lot, especially on twitter, it was straight forward no holds barred flirting, we would say anything and everything to each other..”

“Uhumm”, I nodded

“People began to get jealous, even Tolu noticed our growing attachment-”

I butted in,” and how do you think it made him feel?”

Dika stared me straight in the eye, ” How else would he feel?!”

I backed off, “ok go on, I am all ears”

“Three months passed this way, but to me she was just something to pass the time, and she had a boyfriend and I had and still do, that special female friend who had 90% of my heart”

“So it was a win-win situation”, I offered.

“Exactly”, Dika sipped more wine, smacked his lips and relaxed into the chair, then continued,
“Everything changed when her boyfriend didn’t love her anymore-”

“How did you know this?” I interrupted.

“I knew ’cause she told me, her tweets began to get real real moist, you know like she was having an over-flooding of Oestrogen into her brain”

I burst out laughing.

“And her tweets began to have this weird defeatist quality, so as the ‘shark’ I was then, I smelled break-up blood so I decided to attack…”

I jumped in,” oh yeah I remember your handle had shark something in it then…”, I laughed, “dika you irreverent bastard!” , I shook my head.

Dika kept talking, “I began to probe deeper and she told me all about her issues, so after much deliberation and what not I got her phone number”

I coughed and beat at my chest. Dika shook his head and continued talking.

“So when we started talking on the phone, she began to tell me all about how her boyfriend was beginning to ignore her and all that…all-”

I halted him, “her boyfriend was cheating?”

“No”, he softly said, “it sounded like her boyfriend just up and wanted to leave her”

“Anything she did?” I asked.

“Well, I heard only her part of the story so, I can’t say, ’cause as you guess she won’t exactly say she’s at fault to a new friend she’s trying to impress now will she?”


“So as the ‘friend’ that I was I offered my consoling services, she would tell me about her issues and demons and I’d do my best to exorcise them.

…So eventually she grew tired of being ignored and then began to slowly lose her love for him and of course I was there the whole time, guiding her to freedom”

Dika continued,” as time went on, she began to get attached to me, it started first with the frequency of the talks, they began to be every day, she started laughing at the meaningless and inane of my jokes and statements, she began to demand more of my time and attention and then the ultimate, she began to stalk my TL.”

I interjected, “weren’t you stalking her TL too?”
Dika shook his head firmly. ” At all, there was no need, to be honest her growing interest in me was beginning to frustrate me, you see all the avi’s she posted of herself weren’t fine at all, she’s not ugly oh, it is just that she’s not the kind of babe I’d see on the road and approach, you get?”

I frowned in confusion, “err…well maybe I do, but speak on”

“So she began to tell me her deepest secrets, she began to tell me those of my friends who were toasting her seriously…”

“Hmmmm…That’s one way to know if I girl’s tripping for you na”, I replied.

“Well, one of them was that your friend the one who is always cool and collected in that your blog movie, for the basis of this tale, I’ll call him the ‘sheikh’!”

My mouth flew open, “what? For real?”

“Well that’s what she told me, and oh yeah, that your guy, that friend of yours you were always playing FIFA with in final year, the one who gave you gossip girls season one!”

I laughed happily, “oh yeah!! Him too? He’s a sure boy na!”

“But in all these things, I didn’t love her, I was basically tolerating her, then things began to get hairy with the babe I was chasing then, so an idea came into my crazy head”

“What was the idea?” I leaned forward.

Dika finished his glass and with shaking hands he poured himself some more wine, sloshing some on the desk and carpet again.

“I felt I was making some mistakes in my quest for the other girl, so I decided to use this girl as an experiment, and since she called me teddy, I decided to call her Arktos. Arktos is the Greek word for ‘bear.”

“Uh huh”, I nodded my head in wonder, “and she accepted this weird nickname?”

Dika snorted, “Nope she didn’t even know she had it, it was basically so I could easily sub her on twitter without being caught out”

Dika continued, “So one day as I and Arktos talked as usual, I kicked off my experiment, I told her I loved her.

I nearly fell off my seat in shock, “what??”

Dika smiled, “yeah…”.

“What happened? What did she say?” I asked barely able to hold back my curiosity.

“Nothing…there was like a two minute silence, then she laughed and said it was impossible that we were just friends and she seamlessly changed the topic.”

“Ok..she was playing hard to get?”, I proferred

“Arktos wasn’t playing anything, but I began to notice subtle differences in our following convos, she became more emotional towards me, she told me all about her family, she told me more about the guys who were chasing her..-”

I junped in again, “what did ‘Arktos’ say about my guys? …sorry ‘our guys’?”

“Concerning ‘sheikh’ she said her ex was talking funny about him, so I said her ex was jealous, so she angrily said she will ‘set p’ with sheikh so as to piss him off further” , Dika shrugged.

“Hian!” I exclaimed, “so did it work out?”

Dika sighed, “I doubt though,

“Concerning our Gossip Girl/FIFA boy, he was in her head, she liked him to an extent but complained that he wasn’t giving her issues more attention than his own issues, and when he got a girlfriend, I could sense her jealousy but she picked one fight too many with him and the last I know they don’t talk anymore”.

Dika continued, ” so funny thing is, I DM’ed FIFA/Gossip Girl dude and told him how I was runzing two girls at once, he laughed and told me not to let them catch me, most handy advice ever”

“Hmmm…So what happened next”, I asked.

………………… To Be Continued………………………..


Posted by on January 14, 2013 in Series


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Not Another Love Story

“@thecutesmurf: #NwFf @smurfyred kindly #Ff back” the tweet read. Jide checked the profile of @thecutesmurf and from the avatar he felt a chill down his spine. However, if Twitter had taught him anything, it is the fact that avatars could be misleading. She stood sideways at the beach in her avatar and he approximated her height to about 5’10”, her dark hair hanged halfway down her back in a ponytail. He was tempted to zoom in on the avatar but resisted and regarded her as just another tweep as he returned to her profile, scrolled down, read her bio which indicated her huge love for smurfs. He clicked the follow button when he got to the bottom of the profile page and replied her tweet.
“@smurfyred: Done! RT @thecutesmurf: #NwFf smurfyred kindly #Ff back” the tweet read. It was follow friday, the market day on Twitter and a lot of tweeps follow other tweeps on recommendation from their followers on that day. Chinwe had decided to follow Jide after one of her followers had given him a shout-out and his handle instantly told her they both shared a love for smurfs.
Chinwe saw Jide’s tweets regularly on her timeline and replied some which led to conversations between them. It however never went beyond that till he sent her a link to his blog and after she read it, she was impressed. She sent him a direct message telling him how much she had enjoyed his writing and he replied her and asked her to follow his blog. She did so and this began a series of conversations via DM between them.
It was then Chinwe found out Jide had just finished the compulsory one year service to the Nigerian Government after tertiary education and he was unemployed like majority of the Nigerian youths. He attended a private university and when she found out she was shocked because she also attended the same university, but had finished two years earlier than him. It gave them the first clue that she was older than him but that did not deter them as they made conversations about their experiences in school and moved to other things as they discussed their music and movie interests. They did not like the same kind of music, Jide was more of a rock fan and Chinwe was strictly rhythm and blues (R&B).
Jide took a bold step and asked for her Blackberry pin and had planned not to take it personal if she refused to give him. Chinwe gave him her pin and the moment she added him to her contact list on her Blackberry Messenger she was sure she had made the right decision.
Jide found out that she is the first of two daughters, her father is a shipping magnate who owned his own shipping company and she stayed on the island. Jide told her about how he had lost his mum at the tender age of 8 and had helped their father raise his brother and sister as their father had refused to re-marry out of fear of the new wife mal-treating them.
The personal terms of their conversations led to them forging a friendship, a friendship in which they could not go a day without chatting despite Chinwe’s busy schedule as a director at her father’s shipping company. A friendship in which Jide did not mind her chatting with him even as he watched his favourite team Manchester United play.
For three months they kept up the pattern of chatting, called one another every day, exchanged jokes and made fun of events on Twitter when they chat. Her voice on phone each time they spoke melted Jide’s heart and his masculine voice made Chinwe’s mind wander and think all sorts. The way he spoke so maturely each time Chinwe had something on her mind made her respect him and she started to grow feelings for him. He always seemed to have a solution to every problem and Chinwe would not take any step without first talking to him.
They finally decided to meet one another, and the saturday they had chosen turned out to be a wet one and they had almost cancelled their plans. Chinwe who had carried her younger sister, Obioma, along as things progressed with Jide told her of their plan to meet. Obioma teased her sister and called her a cougar which made Chinwe laugh hysterically. She picked up a dress to wear with the help of her sister after going through her entire wardrobe. She finally settled for a floral gown that stopped an inch above her knee as Obioma proceeded to help her with her light make-up and she wore her pair of flat soles.
Chinwe drove herself to the cinema to meet Jide who had choosen the venue and she spotted him waiting for her close to the ticket counter spotting a pair of skinny blue jeans, a red Polo tee-shirt and a pair of Toms. From the pictures he had sent her, Chinwe knew Jide was about 6’4″, cute, did not look a day close to his age of 22 and she noticed he was clean shaven as she came over the escalator. He looked dashing she concluded to herself.
Jide was literally dumbfounded as she stepped off the elevator. The pictures she had sent did not do her any good. She stood at 5’10” as he approximated before, her cheek bones were like that of a model, her beautiful expressive brown eyes got him weak in the knees, her full lips begged to be kissed and ravished, her smile as she walked towards him could light up the entire country and the smile almost made him not notice her magnificent 36C breasts. She was a perfect 10 to him. They hugged and Chinwe felt small in his embrace as they laughed and tried to make small talk to get rid of the nervous air. They picked a movie to watch after going through the movie schedule, grabbed a big bag of popcorn for them to share and two bottles of Fanta. Halfway through the movie with majority of the popcorn gone, Chinwe leaned closer to Jide and he put his arm around her and tried to pull her closer to him but the handles of the seat was in the way. He looked at her and like as if she got a telepathic message she looked up at him and slowly but surely they leaned in till their lips met.
Chinwe felt weak to her knees as they kissed and had she not been on her seat might have fallen. They say you can tell how well a relationship would go with the first kiss and if that is anything to go by, Chinwe was sure things would go well between them. Jide’s heart skipped a beat as the kiss was so much more than he had ever experienced. They kissed several times before the end of the movie and after the movie talked about what the kisses meant.
Their discusssion gave birth to a relationship, a relationship between 24-year old Chinwe and 22-year old Jide.

……………………..To be Continued…………………………………


Posted by on June 6, 2012 in Series


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