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[25/04, 1:46 p.m.] KING JAMES:
When Samantha turned around, she came face to face with Dozie who was running to the altar all disheveled. He was panting as his ring bearer came running after him. He ran to the altar and knelt down to apologize to the officiating minister. “What my eyes saw today, my mouth cannot tell, I escaped death by an inch”. He told the pastor.
Pastor: “It is okay. Thank God you are here and alive. We will just get started with the exchange of marital vows. You can save the explanation till when you get into the bedroom with your wife”.
Samantha was already angry and she wanted to ask him many questions but the words of the pastor deflated her anger and she waited till the time they will get home for her to unleash her anger on him.
Pastor: “Dozie, do you take Samantha to be your lawfully wedded wife, to cherish and to love, in poverty and wealth, sickness and health until death do you part?”
Dozie: “Yes, I do”.
The pastor turned to Samantha who was all nervous.
Pastor: “Samantha, do you take Dozie to be your lawfully wedded husband to…”
The pastor was still talking when Samantha felt a bullet whiz through her ears and struck Dozie on his chest causing him to fall backwards into the hands of his bewildered ring bearer who was standing a step behind him with the a microphone in his hand.
It happened in a twinkle of an eye and before Samantha could comprehend what was happening, the congregation including the officiating pastors had ran out for dear life. Even Eno, her maid of honour and the ring bearer had ran out. There was a great stampede as people fell on top one another in a bid to get out of harm’s way. Samantha ran towards him, knelt and took the lifeless body of her groom in her arm. She didn’t mind the harm the blood oozing out of his chest will do to her immaculate white wedding dress. Hot tears of pain and anger streamed down her cheeks and fell on the body now lying on her laps.
Samantha: “Baby, please wake up. Open your eyes, don’t do this to me. It’s me your bride. I have waited all my life for this day, please just wake up. Noooooooo!”
“What is it? Why are you shouting in your dream?” Samantha’s mother touched her on the sofa where she had slept off in the sitting room”.
Samantha: “My God, mum. I had a terrible nightmare. Gosh it was so real”.
Her mother sat beside her on the sofa when she noticed the sweet on her daughter’s forehead. “Tell me about the dream, my child”.
Samantha: “I dreamt that Dozie kept me waiting in Church on our wedding day and when he did eventually show up, he was shot on the chest as we were exchanging marital vows”.
Samantha’s mother: “Chimo! That is not a good dream at all. Why would anyone want my son-in-law dead?”
Samantha: “I don’t know, mama. I guess it was just a dream. A figment of my imagination, you know”.
Samantha’s mother: “Just a dream? And you woke up screaming? I think it is more than just a dream. We need to pray about it so that God can cancel whatever plans the enemy has against that day”.
Samantha: “There you go again, mother. Pray, pray, pray, that’s all you have to say to anything that happens in this house. Doesn’t it sound ridiculous to you sometimes that you have to take everything to God in prayers? I mean, do we even need to pray about anything? Won’t God act if we don’t pray?”
Samantha: “My dear, some of the things that manifest in our dreams are revelation from God. You can only confront the spiritual with prayers”.
Samantha: “Mum, please. My wedding is in two days time and I got lots of finishing preparation to do, you know what? Enough of all the prayer and God talk, I need to go fix my nails against my bridal shower tomorrow”. She walked out leaving her mother speechless.
It was the Bachelor’s eve day, Samantha was in the house getting ready with her friends. She had gotten a little red dress to wear and her makeup artist was busy mapping out contours. Eno was there with her as the maid of honor and she was in custody of Samantha’s phone and other personal properties.
“Can you send a text to my hubby and ask him the hotel that he will sleep after the bachelor’s eve? I wanted to ask him earlier but I forgot”, she told Eno. Eno did as she was told and Dozie replied immediately telling her that he had booked room 101 in Seaside hotel. Eno, immediately forwarded the message to her mother who had instructed her to get all information concerning all the preparation.
The bride to be and her friends left for the bachelor’s eve which was to hold in Unique garden, Wuse zone 2. There was a lot to eat and drink and the DJ never relented in playing danceable music. Samantha was more than elated, this was her last night as a single lady and she was determined to enjoy it to the fullest. As she held Dozie’s hand in a romantic dance, she wished that the world would pause and that moment will remain forever. “I love you so much, you are the light of my life, without you my life is in darkness”, she whispered into Dozie’s ears.
Dozie: “I love you too, my woman. You are like the air that I breathe, without you I cease to exist”.
Samantha: “Promise that you will never leave me alone”.
Dozie: “Cross my heart, love. I will always be here for you”. he gave her a passionate peck on her forehead.
Eno was sitting in the company of friends when her phone rang and she excused herself to pick her call. Dozie’s best man who was staring at her from afar decided to use the opportunity to ask her out for he had been admiring her ever since he met her with Samantha few months back at his friend’s place.
Frank: “Excuse me, pretty one”.
Eno: “Are you talking to me?”
Frank: “Of course I am talking to you. Who else is standing here?”
Eno: “What is it?”
Frank: “Hey, don’t go all serious, I don’t bite”.
Eno: “And what is that supposed to mean? As you can see, I came here to make a call, I don’t have time for unnecessary pleasantries”.
Frank: “Okay, I guess I have to get started then. You see, I have been admiring you right from the first day we met and I thought we could start something, who knows ours may be the next wedding to come up”.
Eno: “Really? So, where do you work?”
Frank: “Erm, I…usually…I mean…I just finished my Masters program not long ago and I am a teaching assistant in Kaduna state University”.
Eno: “So, you look at me from head to toe and you say you want to marry me? I mean, of all the girls here, none caught your fancy except me”.
Frank: “But love is”.
Eno: “Eh-eh, hold it there”, she sized him up from head to toe. “In fact, I need to speak pidgin English to drive home my point. Look me well well, I am a very expensive chic and only well to do men can afford me. How much KASU dey pay you as teaching assistant wey you wan marry me? You know the kind designer things wey my mama dey buy for me from abroad? Can you afford it? I don’t blame you now, shebi it is condition that is making you talk anyhow. Because I accepted to do maid of honor for Samantha abi, that’s why you feel like we are mates right? I don’t even know where Dozie picked you up from. Among all the handsome and rich friends that he has, he couldn’t use any for best man except you. Abeg shift make I see road jor!” she brushed him aside and went back to her seat.
Frank: “You don’t have to be rude, I will see you in Church tomorrow”. He called after her”
Eno: “Don’t be too sure”, she replied.
After the bachelor’s eve, Eno excused herself that she was going home to spend the night with her mother and then come back early the next day to prepare for Church. “You are my maid of honor, you are supposed to be with me tonight”, Samantha protested.
Eno: “I know but my mother needs my attention urgently at home. I don’t even know what is wrong with her, she was sounding somehow on phone. I need to go and find out”.
Samantha: “It’s okay. Just make sure you are here early enough before the makeup artist arrives so that she can make you up too”.
Eno picked a cab to Seaside hotel where Dozie said he was spending the night. “I will like to see the guest in room 101”, she told the receptionist. Few minutes later, she was standing face to face with Dozie who was wondering what his fiance’s maid of honor was doing in his hotel room a night before his wedding.
Dozie: “Did you miss your way or something? What are you doing here?”
She pushed him and got inside the room and shut the door after her.
Dozie: “What! Are you drunk or something?”
Eno: “Shhhh…”She placed her index finger over his lips. Sssshhh” she cautioned again
Dozie is shocked: “Why are you doing this?”
Eno: “Because I have something better to offer, ready to offer you now”.
Dozie: “And what is that?”
Eno: “This”. She removed the dress she had on revealing her full boobs and rounded buttocks in her pink Victoria Secrets lingerie.
.to be continued
Dozie continued to stare at her attractive body as he was torn in between two walls; to devour her or to hold his head high. He knew that getting intimate with Eno was not the right thing to do but the bulge that had formed inbetween his thighs was telling him otherwise. He reached out and drew her close, he could feel the scent of her perfume, a scent he recognized as Ferrari’s, a designer perfume he had one time bought for his fiancée.
Eno, encouraged by his reaction raised her head up. She was of average height and he was tall, she had to raise her head if she was to kiss him while he was standing. She drew her lips close to him and drew his breathe. He grabbed her and began to kiss her hungrily. Countless times he had heard stories of how grooms to be bang other ladies a night before they tie their nuptial cord. He didn’t know that he would ever fall victim. As he began to explore the inside of her mouth with his tongue, he threw caution into the wind and began to caress her with his finger. He couldn’t wait to devour her as her soft boobs brushed over his hard chest. He threw her to the bed and began the painful task of undressing himself for it was not long that he entered the hotel room when she came in. He sat at the edge of the bed and began to remove his shoe which he was finding difficult to remove. She drew near to him and held him from behind deliberately ticking his back with her hard n-----s. The sensational feeling that act gave him sent hot blood down his thighs and he felt himself getting harder in between his thighs. He flung the shoe on the floor and joined her on the bed. bohemian evening dresses
Dozie grabbed Eno and turned her back to him for he wanted to take her from behind. Possessed with passion, he came down upon her, ready to penetrate.
Eno: “Wait, not so fast”.
Dozie: “What! Why should I wait? Isn’t this what you have always wanted?”
Eno: “No, this is what you want rather”.
Dozie: “So, what are you doing here you idiot?”
Eno: “I am here to give you the biggest pleasure of your wife. She drew her full b----t in her hands and kissed it sending him wild with desires. “You want some? Do as I say”.
Dozie: “Do what? Anything. I will do anything you say. Just allow me in”.
Eno: “Okay, I want you to…”
Dozie: “Shhh…you don’t need to say anything. Consider it done”.
Eno: “But you haven’t heard what the condition is”.
Dozie: “I will do anything you say, trust me. He parted her legs and gave her his head, his tongue moving in and out of her honey pot. Few minutes later, he was on top her pounding and thrusting”.
After two rounds, he suddenly came back to his senses and began to regret his actions. He looked at Eno curled beside him pretending to be asleep and he noticed that she was not as attractive as he had seen her when he was high with desires. Disgusted with his behavior, he tapped her violently on her shoulders.
Dozie: “Get up and get out. Hey, I know that you can hear me, stop pretending to be asleep”. He shook her again, this time more violently.
Eno: “What is it? Is it morning?”
Dozie: “You crazy or something? Who would allow you stay here till morning? You forgot that tomorrow is my wedding?”
Eno: “Which wedding?”
Dozie: “My goodness. You are such a psycho. Hello, tomorrow is my wedding and I am getting married to your best friend for that matter. And you are supposed to be her maid of honor even though I am not sure she would want you to do that if she finds out that you seduced me”.
Eno: “There is not going to be any wedding tomorrow”.
Dozie: “I beg your pardon?”
Eno: “That is the condition I was talking about. You agreed to whatever condition I give”.
Dozie: “And who is gonna stop my wedding tomorrow?”
Eno: “I will. In fact, you did. You spoilt your wedding the moment you slept with me”.
Dozie: “Oh, you are one hell of a crazy girl. What we just had was a fling, call it misuse of passion if you like. You wanted it, I was in the mood and I gave it to you. Nothing more”.
Eno: “You dare not, Dozie. You cannot use me and go free, that wedding must not hold, else you will pay”.
Dozie: “I dare not? Okay, I dare you. Go and do your worst and my wedding must hold whether you like it or not”. He began to drag her out of the room.
Eno: “You will pay for this, I swear that you will pay for this”.
Dozie: “Get out and get lost!” he banged the door after her and ran to the bathroom to wash himself”.
Mama Samantha: “You look stunning in your wedding dress, my daughter. I am so proud of you. Can we pray before you step out? We need to invite God to take over the ceremony in a very special way”.
Samantha: “There you go again, mum. Do we need to pray again? Who didn’t pray when he or she woke up this morning? Isn’t that enough?”
Samantha’s mother: “It is not enough o. prayers are…”
Samantha: “It is okay, mum. We are already running late for Church. We don’t wanna keep the pastors waiting because we were ‘praying’”. She said.
They left for Church in the Range Rover car which Dozie had provided to convey his bride to the Church, Samantha with Eno sitting beside her. It was a selfie session as Eno kept updating various pictures on social media with different captions to the delight of Samantha.
“I have something to tell you”. Eno said when they drew close to the Church.
Samantha: “Oh, can’t it wait until after my wedding?”
Eno: “It is about Dozie”.
Samantha: “My hubby? What is it?”
Eno: “Erm, I…We..I mean”, she stuttered incoherently.
Samantha: “Yes, you?” she asked searching into her eyes.
Eno: “I just feel I need to tell you because we are best of friends and I won’t ever forgive myself if I allow you go to the altar without this knowledge”.
Samantha: “What are you saying? Just go straight to the point and stop beating about the bush”.
Eno: “Okay”, she cleared her throat. “Doziestraffed me last night”.
Samantha: “Dozie what! What the hell are you talking about?”
Eno: “He banged me. Like we made love. We had s-x”.
Samantha: “You had s-x with my fiancé a night before my wedding?”
Eno: “I didn’t want to. He invited me over to his room and I went because I thought it has to do with you. Next thing he seduced me and threw me on the bed and…and…”
Samantha: “Oh, my God. My head is falling apart”.
Eno: “I am sorry, Samantha. But he said he intends to stand you up in Church. He said he doesn’t want to marry you anymore and that he won’t show up in Church. If I were you, I would call off this wedding”.
Samantha: “Just shut up…are you sure about this?” the driver took a turn into the Church and they all became silent, each occupied with his own thoughts”.
Dozie was getting dressed with his men on suit when a team of four masked men stormed the hotel and kidnapped him from his room. They had threatened to kill his friends if they raise any alarm and after they blind folded him, they led him away in their tinted V-wagon. They drove for more than twenty minutes during which Dozie kept pleading for his life. They stopped at what seems to him the middle of Sambisa forest and removed the blindfold from his eyes. They were in an uncompleted building and he was standing before a plump man whom the other’s referred to as capon.
Capon: “Hey, lover boy, raise your head well make I see your face”.
Dozie: “What do you want from me and why have I been brought here?”
Capon: “Hahahaha, I see say una never teach this vegetable enough lesson. Oya, make una teach am lesson wey go make am respect him elders”.
They pounced on him and began to punch him with their fists, shoes and belt. He was manhandled from one person to another and he passed out. The capon commanded that they strip him of his wedding suit and pour him ice-like cold water. He woke up and began to shiver with cold. “Please, tell me whatever it is that you want, I will do it. Anything, just tell me”. He was on his knees for pain could not allow him get up.
Capon: “Here is your phone, call your fiancé and call off the wedding. I will count to ten for you to make that call, else I will shoot you and have my boys bury you here. 1….2….3”…
To be continued