Charter Fifteen
"I go de stay here?" asked Jackson.
"Yes," she said, reaffirming herself.
"To marry you?" Jackson asked to be sure
"Oh, Jackson, stop that," she told," you're married…you said you don't like her?" she asked him.
He nodded.
"Not nodding, tell me why. I'm finer?" she asked
He nodded.
"Give me belly and we will talk about that," she said, a doubtful conditional statement.
He agreed and she began to kiss him again.
"Lati, kissing no longer last indication of love?"
Like a deaf, she refused to hear herself.
She continued the kissing, mumbling into his mouth as the pain and sweetness spun her brain.
Jackson turned her to the back, she was wet and the penis made a sharp thrust in, and the size obstructed it.
He held her waist firm and began to saw through the tight vagina like a wood sawyer...in, out...in, out.
She grabbed the pillows not to somersault, the blessed breasts tumbling front and back, the nipples sending sensation into her system as they scratched on the soft linen material of the pillows.
She spat sweat out of her mouth." ...wait...wait," She broke free from the mixture of pain and sweetness and added a new excitement.
Her hand reached for her phone, she set the camera and opened her backyard again.
"Snap…have you? Show me," she took the phone from him and refused to let him see the image
Oh Gawd! King was calling. "This bastard!" she cried, seeing the name on the screen
She scurried into the bathroom and in a jiffy, dashed perfume here and there, ignoring the downcast Jackson, and took a flight downstairs, and from downstairs, she hurried to King's apartment and
sat beside him.
"King, your birthday is over, where are we now?" she threw the question to him. It was a question that had been making her mind pace about.
She added," You are for me or your wives?"
He has to answer it now because one man's meat is another's poison. There is a mandate to be fulfilled and the scripture somewhere said ' his office let another take.'
"For you dear," said King.
" Okay," she settled her mind, no need now rushing to know how he knew her mum. She will investigate it. She does not want to be deceived.
It was cool sex she had with him. She will tell Mama Sara they are now killing themselves with sex whether true or not so that when pregnancy comes, it will not be a subject of speculation.
She watched that he had slept and stepped into his office.
She sat down and drew out a drawer from the cabinet with a chest of drawers.
Files, files. She hissed and dropped the one in her hand back and pushed back the drawer.
Not often, she had entered the office, and how King runs his business, she never cared. All she knows was that he read Business Administration and is in charge of his late father's estate since his sibling that read Pub Admin and was being groomed to take over the throne in the demise of King Raphael was discovered? to be an illegitimate child of lat king Raphael.
The connection between King and her mum, if of importance, cannot be hidden in the file.
She went to the last drawer, drew it open, and saw old, old recorders and a green diary, an old phone, and a Kodak camera.
She picked up the phone and diary and Kodak camera, ran out with them and ran back.
"King," she kissed him when he had woken. The kiss was tasteless. A tasteless kiss does not arouse sexual desire and this will not augur well in their relationship.
She wants the King to impregnate her, he is the husband, so, their kissing and sexing must conform with what is obtainable in sweet relationships or marriages: Willing hearts kissing and sexing.
She belongs to that school of thought which states that sex by two willing hearts produces pregnancy faster.
The tasteless kissing gave her concern.
If it emanates from kissing Jackson...No more!" she put that to an end and remembered Mama Sara.
She said she did that thing again.
"Doing it again?" she brooded over it. "For her interest and mum's, not Latifa's."
King'a sister called him, she told him not to pick up the call.
The same scenario that happened before was about to play out again.
She took a piece of paper and a pen and began dictating.
"So, finally you are with her again?" Princess Yemi asked King.
How did she know? The witch at Endor?
Her sister said she is an Odieshi woman and other people's roadblocks.
She wrote a reply for King and he replied to her.
She heard her cry of dismay and took the phone and decided against it, dropped it, and left.
"Oh! King, like clay again in my hand? No, Lord, if I'm your daughter, endow me with grace and power that I'm used to...I reject every evil power to control a husband."
* * *
She spread the items on the bed and sat down, not rushing.
She began to flip through the pages of the recorders and found nothing incriminating, she dropped the recorder and avoided the other recorder. It could be the same cock and bull records.
She opened the green diary. One…two…to the tenth page, she saw Jan.21.2001 written in red as well. The characters had become weather-beaten and some pages of the diary gummed together.
She separated with clinical precision, each page she wanted. Under the above date, she read: Today's date above, she told me not to marry you but I will marry you. This record will stand to judge us if you marry him.
"With whom? King making an Oath!...while as a prince…the person she wanted to marry has another lover!"
She continued to open further pages with clinical decisions remembering Sherlock Holmes.
But, this is about her mum and her husband. She has more than a sensual interest in this investigation.
She saw:Today dated March 30th, 2001 written in red and underlined in red.
I, Prince Shina asked if you, Mary, would marry me as a condition to leave her and you said you are okay with your husband. And this was where our separation started for record's sake.
She inhaled and exhaled.
Prince Shina and Mary separated because Mary wanted Prince Shina not to marry somebody and that person was in love with another man " Lati, are you making sense out of this?"
She clinically opened other pages that had bonded and found nothing of what she wanted.
She returned to the pages she had read.
Mary and Prince Shina dated in January 2001.
If Mary could be mum, that would mean dad was alive, and they were dating. Dad died in September 2002.
If this was about mum and King, the other woman must then be Queen Sabina.
She was dating the late Mr. Peter during this period. In 2004 thereabout, she was pregnant for him and she gave that pregnancy to King, the pregnancy that produced Princess Abigail who was born in 2005 and is 18 now.
She took in a deeper breath and exhaled, lips locked, and sat up.
"Mum, when did you know King?" was her first question. Whether she put it straight or not did not matter and she wanted the answer instantly without her rigmarole.
" What Kind of question is that?" asked her mum.
She whined and whined and repeated the same question.
" You're there with your husband, you can't ask him? By the way, what happened?"
"Mummy!"
"Yes?"
She flew the phone away and it crashed on the wall across the bed. She ran tam tam tam and flopped into her Divan at the down floor and coiled herself.
Tiny tap…Tiny tap
She rang her finger, irritated. It was Mama Sara making cautious taps on the mahogany door.
She hissed. Thank God, because of annoyance, she had told Jackson she would not play this night and he did not come. The way he was sexing her these days of his own volition, he may not understand what she is passing through, so he excused her.
The night was silent. Mama Sara gestured to her to be silent. She took her wrist, leading her up. She was looking through the window, not seeing whom she was showing her.
The person had seen her before she entered the apartment and remained transfixed in the shading of a flower.
Cautiously, she shifted the lace curtain.
She saw a figure, scared, Mama Sara, whispered deeply into her ear: Princess Yemi
At once, she jumped over the steeping steps. On the down floor, stooped out, not raising herself, and gingerly she was inching closer and closer to the figure.
The figure wanted to run, so she grabbed her waist.
Princess Yemi elbowed her, and they began to drag the pot of charm she came to bury so that she will pack and go.
*. * *
"Mummy, I, Lati, will never go, even after the mandate until I have a child!" Lati stamped her word.
"You will have your child and you will not leave this palace for anybody's sake. I told you...me and them, if they put one leg, I put three for you," Mama Sara repeated her resolve for the umpteenth time.
"Mummy," she wanted to tell her two other things bothering her but they have to dig into this matter first. " Oh…charm for me to go, no more waiting for the mandate…hey!"
" You'll tell my friend," advised Mama Sara and she asked why as she hissed.
"I have something to tell you about mum but let's finish this."
"Mummy, just forget, it's not sweet to the ear.
Bewildered, Mama Sara threw a curious look at her.
"Yes, mummy, let's talk about this first."
"Okay," Mama Sara adjusted in her sitting.
"You said you did that thing again?"
"Yes!" Mama Sara said thickly, but not sure if it is still effective by the turn of events.
She is so capricious that when you do what you think would be good for her, the next minute, she prays against it.
"If it is working or not working, I'll go to King now and confront him and her sister!"
"Not now,"
"When? Now that is hot in my mind!"
"Look at the time…3 am"
"Oh, she came to harm me in the dark, I'll not retaliate in the dark?"
She hurried into her combat trousers and lurkers, Mama Sara following behind.
"O, this girl!" Mama Sara sounded worried as they ended up at the door.
She banged and banged, but nobody came out.
* * *
"Mummy, I will go and find her, her sister said they have a coven at Ijesha"
"King said she didn't know?"
"The bastard said he didn't know. His sister came to his house and sneaked out and in and he didn't know! I knocked and knocked her a said he didn't hear."
"Okay, what other things bothering you, we can see if we will share the problems."
She laid back in the seat, exhausted." Mummy am tired, why…why."
She crossed over to console her."Sorry…sorry." Mama Sara was dabbing tears on her cheek, holding her shoulder.
She mumbled," Mum was dating King and there's this guy whom I knew in the school coming to threaten me now with a past photo."
"What?" Mama Sara was peevish.
Was Mama Sara peevish for her mum dating King or her ex threatening her for blackmail?
What are their options now the way her problems are looking hydra-headed?
Slowly and steadily, let's wade in.