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While the Word Went Round

For the past twenty years of her life, all she understood was the practical language of sex; not the philosophical dialect of love which was too emotional for her often fatigued psyche to accommodate. This was why she hated even the modern English translation of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet; and loved the motion picture depiction of the 1912 sea voyage catastrophe, Titanic. Why then were this man’s words so profound in her mind?

“The echo of your name has become the pitiless thud of my heart-beat. When I try to put my feelings to sleep and to convince myself that you’re just a business woman seeking to solve your monetary problems with proceeds from your sale of sex, my heart tells me you’re different. And that just as there are reasons behind every action, so exists emotions behind every reason. Lateefa, for the sake of posterity, please vacate this trade and let us together redefine the texture of this void that we call life.”

She smiled demurely to the echo of the last line in her subconscious. How did she even meet this man? Oh yes, she remembered now. He had hurriedly entered the bar that day and had begun to tap his fingers on the counter restlessly. She was sitting cross-legged a few yards to the left in the Liquor Assignation, waiting patiently for her most frequent client, Damian, Esq.

“The barman has gone to ease himself,” she had said, “but I can help,” she had added quickly in an effort to stall the man’s mounting impatience. “What do I offer you, Sir?”

“What do you have on offer, I should ask?” replied the man.

“Good question, gentleman; almost every alcoholic drink on this planet is on offer. This is the liquor section of Blue-Moon Inn. But that is not all, I am also on the menu,” she had said spinning semi-circularly to display her luscious physique.

“Oh dear, that’s interesting. You’re really looking good but I’d rather have a malt drink, Miss eh…”

“Lateefa, Sir. My name’s Lateefa.”

“All right, Lateefa, can I get a malt drink here?” “You can only if you’ll…” she had hesitated.

“Only if what? I’m dehydrating, Lateefa.”

Lateefa smiled, “only if you’re man enough to take it with me between your legs.”

“Lateefa!” The man laughed, shaking his head momentarily, “how does that sound to you? An easy challenge, isn’t it?”

“An easy challenge it is,” she answered.

“Ok, I’ll take the malt drink now.”

“Come with me then.” She had led him to her suite and treated him to some steamy noodles, soufflé and some banana. The man had become sleepy. She had stripped off his garments and had massaged his entire torso, his manhood inclusive. And on his third ejaculation, he was snoring away in deep sleep. When he had awoken some three hours later, she had given him a bill of some sixteen thousand Hiyos (or one hundred and ten dollars, whichever was available). The man had smiled confidently, slid back into his clothes and shoes and then said:

“Lateefa, money is an insufficient recompense for what you’ve done for me today. Come with me.”

He had taken her to where he had parked his car just outside the inn. He had opened the front passenger door for her and she had entered. Then she had looked behind her in the Toyota Sedan 2011 model. On its seats were volumes of holy books with the inscription NOT TO BE SOLD on all the copies whose frontal hard covers she could see.

“You are a man of God?” She screamed.

“Join me, Lateefa, in the distribution of these remaining copies. When we return home today, you’ll know and have what I have for you.”

She had refused to go with him. The man had left without a word about his name or where he was living. And he had gone with her money.

At 9:00pm that day, while she walked Damian to his car and bade him good night, the Sedan had wheeled into the inn’s garage. She had waited for Damian to drive out of sight and then had strolled to the Sedan. Its driver had gotten out with a stationery file in his hand.

“Hello Lateefa. I’m sorry for leaving as I did this afternoon. Here are the papers of this car and this is its key. It’s now yours. Good night.”

“I need my money, Sir; I need my money, Sir. I don’t need your car, I need my money,” Lateefa cried.

“Lateefa!” The man called in shock. “All right, I don’t carry much cash about. How much did you say it was?”

“A hundred and ten dollars or sixteen thousand Hiyos, whichever comes first,” Lateefa muttered.

“Tomorrow morning you’ll have it double-fold. Good night,” the man had said and walked away. She never saw or heard from him again until two weeks had passed. When he had come this third time, he had come with a ring asking her to marry him and saying those words that had banished sleep from her soul.

Oh marriage! What was it anyway? A prison yard of war veterans, who often simulate their military skills on one another’s body parts? A refuge camp of cash-strapped celebrities? A resort of lazy women? Or a baby making company? She earned not less than one thousand five hundred dollars a week. Would he be giving that to her while she lived with him as his wife? That was to her in great doubt. Well perhaps she could give him a chance. After all, there was always a bridge, not necessarily visible, across a sea. But not yet. He will be her client for at least half a year and pay for every ejaculation as charged. Then and only then would she guarantee her future years in his home.

“It has to work my own way,” she said, giggling to herself and, standing up from her bed, she sauntered contentedly towards the bar. Damian, Esq., was waiting. 1278589 utopia Submit Stories

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Bio: WHEN ON AUGUST 24, SOME THREE DECADES AGO, THE CURTAINS WERE DRAWN, THE DOORS SHUT BUT THE WINDOWS AJAR TO PROVIDE FOR SOME SEMBLANCE OF VENTILATION, ONLY A FEW WHO WERE PRESENT IN THE RURAL NEIGHBOURHOOD KNEW THAT THE BIRTH OF A NEW BEING WAS TAKING PLACE. WITH MOMENTARY SHRIEKS, I SLIPPED INTO THE WAITING HANDS OF A TRADITIONAL MIDWIFE, WHOSE SKILLS ARE YET TO BE TAUGHT IN THE MOST ULTRA-MODERN SCHOOLS OF MIDWIFERY ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD! SO WAS I, B. SAMPSON, AS MY FRIENDS HAVE CHOSEN TO IDENTIFY ME, BORN TO MY BELOVED PARENTS (MR. AND MRS. E. A. BEKEH) IN THE TEMPERATE OBUDU PREFECTURE OF CROSS RIVER STATE, SOUTHERN NIGERIA. HAVING ACQUIRED SOME UNIVERSITY EDUCATION AND ENGAGED IN ADVANCED PERSONAL TRAINING IN THEORETICAL RESEARCH, PRACTICAL WRITING AND EDITING, MANAGEMENT CONSULTING, CRUDE OIL TRADE BROKERING AND PHYSICAL FITNESS, I NOW ENDEAVOUR TO UTILISE THE INTERNET TO NETWORK IN WAYS THAT CAN DEVELOP MY INTELLECT MUCH FURTHER, CREATE BUSINESS OPPORTUNITIES FOR ME AS WELL AS IMPROVE MY SOCIALISATION SKILLS IN A MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL AND SOCIO-CULTURALLY COMPATIBLE MANNER. I AM NATURALLY AN AMIABLE PERSON. SOME OF MY FRIENDS SAY, BECAUSE MY CONSTELLATION IS VIRGO, I'M GENEROUS, INTELLIGENT AND PRACTICAL. BUT THIS IS JUST A GLIMPSE OF THEIR VIEW. HOWEVER, I CANNOT VIEW MYSELF MUCH BETTER THAN PEOPLE PERCEIVE ME. TODAY, I CAN ONLY WISH AND PRAY THAT THE INTERSECTION OF THE PATHS OF OUR LIVES BRING JOY TO OUR HEARTS AND WEALTH TO OUR ASPIRATIONS IN ACCORDANCE WITH OUR EXPECTATIONS! THE FOLLOWING PRINCIPLES, SIMPLE BUT TRULY STRONG, INFLUENCE MY LIFE. FROM THE BIRTH DATE OF MY COGNITIVE SELF, MY LIFE BEGAN WITH THE RECOGNITION THAT THERE IS NO STAND-ALONE SUCCESSFUL MAN! PROVIDENCE, PERSONAL EFFORT AND NETWORKING SLOT PEOPLE (THE PREPARED MINDS) INTO THEIR NICHES IN LIFE. BUT THEN... 1) TO DO BUSINESS WITH MAN, ONE MUST FIRST UNDERSTAND MAN'S CAPACITY FOR GOOD AND HIS PROPENSITY TO DO EVIL! 2) "THE GREATEST OBSTACLE TO DISCOVERY IS NOT IGNORANCE; IT IS THE ILLUSION OF KNOWLEDGE." FOR IT ISN'T SO MUCH WHAT WE DON'T KNOW THAT HURTS US AS IT IS WHAT WE KNOW THAT ISN'T SO! FOR CONFIRMATION, YOU CAN ASK GEORGE BUSH'S SECRETARY OF STATE, COLIN POWELL, WHO WAS AT THE FOREFRONT OF AMERICA'S INVASION OF IRAQ IN 2003. 3) THERE IS A GREAT DEAL OF DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIKING AND LOVING. LIKING ENTAILS THE POSSESSION OF A STRONG FEELING OF ADMIRATION AND RESPECT FOR SOMEONE OR SOMETHING. LOVING IMPLIES: A) AN INNATE NEED TO BE WITH THE TARGET PERSON, THE BELOVED; B) A PREDISPOSITION TO HELP THAT PERSON EVEN AT GREAT EXPENSE TO ONESELF; AND C) AN OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO INTIMATELY AND EXCLUSIVELY BE ABSORBED (WITH OR INTO THE BELOVED). 4) I LIKE ALL OF NATURE'S HANDIWORK. IT IS AN UNPARALLED DISPLAY OF DIVINE INTELLIGENCE. I WILL LOVE ONE WOMAN/LADY, WHOSE BEAUTY WILL NOT ONLY BE APPARENT IN THE PHYSICAL BUT ALSO IN THE EMOTIONAL, MENTAL AND SPIRITUAL. IT WAS THOMAS AQUINAS WHO WROTE THAT: "THE BEAUTY OF THE MIND IS MORE HONOURABLE THAN THE BEAUTY OF THE OUTWARD FORM." THIS INDEED CAPTURES MY PERCEPTION OF FEMALE ATTRACTION AND THE SUBSEQUENT OUTFLOW OF MY AFFECTION. BUT REMEMBER, THERE IS BEAUTY IN ALL OF NATURE'S CRAFTS. HOWEVER, BEING HUMAN, MY OWN DEFINITIONS OF BEAUTY SHAPE THE VALUES WITH WHICH I NEGOTIATE PSYCHO-SOCIAL AND EMOTIONAL COMPROMISES ON THE CONCEPT OF BEAUTY. 5) IN BUSINESS, NEVER UNDER-ESTIMATE YOUR BARGAINING POWER. IT IS YOUR ONLY PASSAGEWAY TO SUBTLE PROFIT BENEATH THE GUISE OF PROFESSIONAL CUSTOMER SERVICE, CUSTOMER SATISFACTION AND SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY! 6) GENERALLY, LIFE IS A STRING OF CHOICES FROM WHICH MEN ARE MADE OR MIRED.

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