ON THE RUN (EPISODE 27)

She pulled out her heels and tried sticking them into her cerise clutch purse. The spirit of Hennessy wouldn't let her be, having invited them, in throngs, into her blood stream. Her bursting belly rumbled and jumbled, she retched, then giggled at her silly state. All effort to walk steady failed as she zigzagged along the dark street, voicing out every single thought that popped into her sozzled head. The street brightened, thanks to the sudden cure of the epileptic power supply that snoozed the streetlights for days now. The path to her house became very clear to the normal human eye. Salewa still bumped into the garbage can, placed at a strategic corner by her driveway, and fell, polluting the very quiet environment with the crashing sound. Yes, the path to her house was only clear to the normal human eye. She cackled, sluggishly scrambling to her feet.

Now Dede, who wasn't paid to do only the laundry but to also keep watch over the entire house, sprang out of bed. He groped under his pillow for his flashlight, then swung the ray of light from one corner to the other through his window. The thought that it had be one of those hungry, giant rats that scurry around for leftovers disappeared when the spotlight came on Salewa, who sat on the garbage can. He rushed outside to confirm the reason behind her eerie behaviour.

“Oga madam, wetin happen?” He turned off the flashlight and inched more closer.

She stood. “H-h-h-heeeeey! Wheeeere d’ya think yeeer goin’?” She slurred, jabbing a finger into Dede’s chest.

His ever vigilant nose, that could perceive from afar the potato Salewa fried every Thursday, the Sunday jollof rice she cooked after church and the garlic in the Tuesday beans their neighbour prepared, didn't fail to recognize the smell of pure liquor oozing out from her mouth. He knew what he should do.

“Youlikemesomuch.” Salewa said, her words toppling from her mouth in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables.

Even though she said his mind, still he ignored her words, held her by her right and led her on to the house.

“I am not a baaaaby.” She forced her hand out of Dede’s grip. “I know what I’m doin’. I’m not druuuunk!”

Dede saw no difference between a mad person and someone who is drunk. Time happened to be the only distinguishing factor relating them. A gentle smile graced his lips, as he reached for the door-key in her purse. He opened the door and she teetered in to the sitting room and laid, supine near the glass center-table, on the jade green rug.

“Are you okay ma?” He knelt beside her, with sweats dripping down his pumping chest. “Oga madam, go sleep for inside.”

“Sanmi intheroomis sterile!”

Fear contorted his face. “Oga dey inside?” Dede shifted his gaze towards the bedroom.

“No! He is sterile!” She emphasized, and just as his ignorant brain ransacked the little piece of information it stored for the meaning of ‘sterile’, she leaned forward and yanked him to herself and kissed him.

He couldn't deny the chill that ran down his spine. Or never could he have thought this day would come again, not after the harsh warnings she showered on him the last time. His heart pumped more blood into his arteries like never before, seeing her bulgy bubbling bosom dance as she laughed. He laughed too. She stared into his beaming eyes, drove her soft palm around his sturdy chest and down to his abs and into his pewter breeches.

He twitched and moaned beneath his breath.

Energetic and dangerously ready did it arise like a phoenix from the ashes, the once limp tube in between his legs. The power of touch, from someone you grew feelings for, couldn't be over emphasized. Salewa realized how prepared he had become, so she decided to take it further.

She scrambled to her feet. “Follow me.” She said, wiggling into the bedroom.

He tailed after her without a second thought. Dede read his Bible thrice a week, knew about temptations and the forms they’re packaged in, but on this very temptation he was willing to fall. He entered the room and his wary eyes caught on Sanmi’s full-size portrait propped against the cream wall. A portrait of him winking to the camera in his dashing uniform.

“Hey! Over here, I’m waiting...” Salewa hauled his attention.

“Wow.” He mouthed, grinning from ear to ear. Salewa had pulled out her gown, leaving on her a nut-brown bra and a fuchsia lace-like panties. He crawled on the bed to her, then placed a kiss on her soft charming lips. The blazing sensation whirling within them couldn't be stopped by any external force. He needed her as much as she needed him.

Salewa loved moments like this, she just couldn't have enough of it. She groped for the switch of the bedside lamp and clicked it off, setting the room for a romantic battle. Dede liked the fact that her face was veiled in the sudden darkness, not having to see her as his boss but a random girl. He knew how to get around her major weakness, having found it out the last time they met in bed. The tip of his moist tongue idly stroking behind her fluffy ears always did the magic. Now he sent his fast fingers behind her back and they swiftly unhooked her bra, setting the twins free.

She groaned in soft pleasure, as he smoothly hauled her panties out of her legs. Her heart was thundering in her chest and her fist clenched tightly to the mattress. Her hips bucked forward, every nerve in her body goading her to speed things up. Thinking Dede still had his pants on, she reached for it and her palms clapped on his bare butt.

“Ouch!” She moaned, drew in a long breath and exhaled slowly. This definitely would be a night to remember. Few minutes after the romantic rumble she rolled under the blanket and slept off.

Dede did it again!

The early morning sun still found its way through the fleecy cotton to hit Dede’s sleepy face. He had slept for hours and the clock wouldn't stop ticking. His bones creaked as he stretched and yawned, sitting beside the bed. He pulled out his boxers and breeches from under Salewa’s back, under the blanket. And just as he wore them, his tired eyes locked on Sanmi’s portrait again. His heart skipped a bit as Sanmi winked at him.

10:32 A.M. He peeked at the wall clock. He knew he had to leave immediately, away from this house, away from this barracks and away from this city. But the sudden realization dawned on him too late, as the owner of the house was already at the doorstep.

Yes, Sanmi is back. He let down his luggage and knocked at the door.