NOISOME NIGHT

NOISOME NIGHT

Hi guys, I’m trying to write something new, but I’m kinda stumped at the moment. So here’s something a little more recent than the others. This was on a friend’s blog and was originally titled ‘Mix-Up. I add new characters to the story for another friend and now I’m calling it ‘Noisome Night’. Please leave a comment, let me know your thoughts.

sinister night Shogo 

Shogo ran as much as his empty stomach would allow, looking for the pharmacy he knew was somewhere around. He prayed that it was still open. He had just entered the street where the pharmacy was when he saw about ten men running and shouting, holding clubs and sticks.  He didn’t want to get caught up in what was going on, so he turned and ran back in the direction he came from. Suddenly, from behind him he heard:

“That’s him!  Catch him!”

Dejo and Mumini

Dejo arrived ninety minutes late, still groggy and scratching his body. Mumini looked at him with open disdain, although Dejo did not see his face, if he did, he didn’t care. He murmured a greeting and Mumini murmured one right back.

“Dejo, why don’t you leave this work for those who can actually do it?”

“Huh?” Dejo replied distractedly

“You’re not vigilante material; you come late, you sleep through the night and you insist on holding the only gun that works!”

“Go and buy your own gun nau, why are you making noise in my ear, please let me get some rest before work begins.”

“One day, I will show you. You won’t last long here; you’ll probably get shot in your stupid sleep one of these days by armed robbers.”

“It is you that will get shot, you wicked man.”

“Ok, we shall see who gets shot.”

Shadow

Shadow walked stealthily, keeping to the dark corners and the little spaces between tightly packed houses; he couldn’t afford to get mixed up with the mob. NEPA was on his side tonight; most of the area was dark. As their shouts got closer, he froze, and sank further into the darkness, trying to remember exactly where he blew it. He thought he had it all in control:

“Shut up!” he had yelled at the screaming lady, getting off her and fumbling with his pants zipper. “I say shut up!” he had yelled again, this time, accentuating his command with the butt of his gun to her head. The lady had let out a cry of pain and had fallen silent. He had turned to kick her husband, who had been lying face down, sweating and crying uncontrollably. “Thank you for your hospitality, sir. Not everyone would let me take their money, jewellery and their wife. You’ve been a good sport.” He said mockingly. He then shoved his gun in the back of his pants and picked the bulging envelope containing his loot. “Now, keep your face on the ground or I shoot you, you hear?” He had gotten to the door and stopped to look around. He had considered taking some more things, but there was no way he wouldn’t get noticed carrying a TV box; the jewellery and money would have to do. The husband had risked a look up, and had seen that he was still at the door. Shadow had reached for his gun and the man had cowered, pleading for his life.

“Click”

“Click, click, click”

The gun was empty. The man had seen this and had chased Shadow out into the darkness. He had yelled “Ole! Ole! As he ran, prompting some other men to come out with sticks and clubs and join in the chase.

Shogo

The men soon caught up with him and began to hit him with their clubs and sticks. Some slapped him and even kicked him. He started to scream and beg, telling them he didn’t do anything.

“Please, I’m just coming from a hospital, I didn’t do anything.” But his cries were drowned out by the voices of the angry men, bent on getting justice.

“Where are the things you stole?” One of the men shouted

“I don’t have anything on me, I didn’t steal anything” Shogo replied, crying now.

“Search him!”

“Please, I don’t have anything on me, I am coming from the hospital, please let me get my sister’s drugs, please don’t let her die.”

He begged and begged but they kept hitting him. They hit him until he was injured and bleeding all over. Finally, one of the men, probably the one who had been robbed stepped forward and said:

“Wait, that’s not him. The thief was wearing a black shirt, this one is wearing red.”

“Haba! Oga, why didn’t you say something before we started beating up someone else?”

They started to argue amongst themselves and the crowd thinned out gradually, leaving Shogo on the floor, only half-conscious.

Shadow

The group of men had run past, shouting; they seemed to have found a target or recipient for their rage, but they were returning now and not as a group. Each man appeared from the bend and walked in the direction of his house. Shadow waited till he was sure the last of the men had passed and then came out of the back of the building he had pressed himself to. He walked at a normal pace, as though he was one of the men returning from the chase.  He came to a fork in the road and wondered which road to take: should he go back the way came or should he go another way? No, he wouldn’t go back the way he came; that would be bad luck. He would go another way.

Shogo

Shogo lay in the middle of the road unable to move; he hadn’t eaten anything all day and he had taken a good beating. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes as he thought about Salewa, about what would happen to her if he didn’t make it back to the hospital in time.

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Salewa was all he had left in this world; they didn’t know who their father was and their mother had died a year before. He tried his best to take care of her; he worked odd jobs and long hours just so they could make ends meet. Salewa had offered to hawk pure water in the evenings when she came back from school, but he would never allow that; she was only eleven years old. He would do whatever he had to do to care for and protect her. Shogo hadn’t known that her illness was serious; he would have brought her to the hospital before it got out of hand. She had only complained of a headache a few days before and he had given her Paracetamol and Alabukun. She soon developed a burning fever with the headache, but he had put a wet cloth on her head and given her more Alabukun. That morning, she had complained of stomach discomfort as well, and he had left her with Paracetamol and some food, hoping she would be better by the time he got back from work, but she hadn’t been better. Salewa wasn’t able to move or speak when he got to her. He had carried her on a bike and brought her to the hospital. For about an hour, no one said anything to him about her state, he just paced and prayed. Finally, a nurse showed up and walked towards him: “are you the young girl’s brother? Why did you take so long to bring her to the hospital? Why did you wait till it was this bad? Ehn? What’s her name?”

“Salewa, her name is Salewa.”

“Ok, Salewa is very very sick, and she needs some things immediately. You need to go to a pharmacy and get Dextrose-Saline solution and some antibiotics. I have written them all down on this paper.” She said, handing him a little piece of prescription paper. “Please, be fast o.”

“Yes ma.” He said, hurrying away and trying to mentally calculate the amount he made from his bus conductor job that day. He hoped it would be enough to get all the things his sister needed. In his hurry, he ran into someone slowly making their way into the hospital; he didn’t even look up as he offered a quick apology and ran off.

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A bright light appeared in the distance and it got closer. His befuddled mind couldn’t register where the light came from immediately. Oh, a car! Thank God, someone would rescue him and he would be able to get his sister’s medication. The light got closer still; it wouldn’t be long now…

“Gbam!”

He felt a horrible pain and everything went black.

Shadow, Dejo and Mumini

“Who goes there? Who are you? Stop there!” Dejo shouted, training his gun in the dim lighting provided by his headlamp.

Shadow froze in the darkness and moved a little east of Dejo’s lamplight, so that the darkness could hide him better. He was thankful for his all-black ensemble, but he didn’t really need to worry about the guards, they had each other to deal with.

“Who are you shouting at? Do you see anyone? I keep telling you, you’re stupid.” Mumini retorted.

“It is your father that is stupid.”

“Your father and your father’s father are stupid. In fact, your entire ancestry is full of stupid people.”

“Ehn? Me? I will kill you today! You dare insult my ancestry?”

“Oya, come and kill me. Come, I’m waiting for you.”

Dejo aimed the gun at Mumini, but Mumini jumped on him and tried to wrestle the gun from him.

Shadow saw the two stupid guards wrestling for one gun and eased away quietly. He could have run if he wanted to or even walked leisurely; they wouldn’t have noticed. He almost made a clean break, but it wasn’t another lucky day for him; one of the guards accidentally fired a shot, then another, and Shadow went down. Karma was not in a good mood.

Sade

Sade held what was left of her shirt closely to her body and shivered as she walked slowly to the hospital. There were no tears in her eyes; she couldn’t cry. She couldn’t even feel anything except the cold. As she entered the hospital, a young man ran into her but didn’t even stop long enough to offer a coherent apology. Oh well, it didn’t bother her. She made her way to the reception and spoke to the plump nurse seated in the office.

“I want to see the doctor” Sade said

“Do you have a card?” the nurse asked without looking up at Sade

“Yes, I do.”

“What is your name?”

“Sade”

“Sade what?” She asked, looking up now.

“Sade Coker”

“Okay, sit down; I’ll find your card and call you when it’s your turn to see the doctor”

Sade made to sit but it seemed as though even the weakest of patients waiting at the reception had forgotten all about their own troubles and were now staring at her. So she found a corner that was far enough away from everyone else and sat. People still looked at her though; she was hard to miss with the swollen face and the ripped clothes. The only person that wasn’t looking at her at all was the nurse. Sade sat facing the wall and tried not to think of anything but she couldn’t help it; the effects of whatever hormone that made her strong enough to walk to the hospital on her own, were wearing off. She was starting to feel, and try as she may, she couldn’t keep the thoughts away. The longer she sat there, the more she remembered.

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I had gone out for an interview but it hadn’t turned out the way I expected. The first job offer was ridiculous; they offered me N 40,000, I would work on weekends and it is so far away from where I live. I left the place telling them I would get back to them, but I think they knew I wouldn’t  At the second job interview, the manager leered at me so much that I thought his eyes would peel off my clothes. Finally, he got up and tried to get funny with me; good think I’m small and quick on my feet. I got out of there fast. I headed for the bus stop, but getting a bus was an ordeal. I stood there for about 2 hours in the scorching sun before I finally decided to walk to the next bus stop. On getting to the next bus stop, I found even more people, so I just decided to keep walking until I found a bus or a cab. I ended up walking all the way from Ajose roundabout to Bonny Camp. I stood there for another hour before I finally got a bus going to Obalende. By the time I finally got to my house junction, I was exhausted. I didn’t feel better when I remembered that there would be no bikes; our governor banned okadas. As I started walking the last few miles home, I thought maybe I should call the N 40,000 people up and take the job; I needed to do something! I needed to wake up and get out of the house every morning. I needed to have some money. If you’re wondering, I’m a computer science graduate, with a 2:2. I’d been job hunting for the past 10 months and it was driving me crazy. I wasn’t looking forward to going home either, I was exhausted and I would still have to cook for a family of five when I got home. I trudged ahead wearily anyway, praying that things would look up for me. As I got closer to my aunt’s house, I noticed the group of weed-smoking Okada men were still present at their usual spot. I kept my head down, praying as I usually do that they wouldn’t notice me. But my prayers were not answered; one of them walked up to me:

“Good evening”

“Good evening” I replied, not stopping. Another one came to block my path

“Person dey greet you, you no hear?”

“I replied, I said good evening” I said shakily, fear crawling slowly into my spine. Soon another one joined, and another one, and another one. Until there was about six of them, and they formed a circle around me. I kept my head down, trying not to cry. They talked and laughed and teased me but I didn’t say a word. One of them, maybe tired of not getting a response, tipped my chin up with his rough finger.

“Answer us nau, no be you we dey follow talk?”

“Please, let me pass.” That was all I said; they snatched my bag and started pushing me around. One of them emptied my bag and I quickly bent to pick my things, but someone pulled me back up roughly. I tried to stay still, but someone tipped my chin up again. Then I saw the evil glint in his eye. I knew what he was going to do, so I started to beg. I got on my knees and pleaded, but no one listened to me. I was crying now, begging them, asking them if he wanted money or anything in return. When I saw that he would go ahead if I didn’t do something, I screamed with all the energy I had left. A hand clamped my mouth and I bit the hand. I got slapped so hard, I saw stars. I was beaten severely after that and pushed roughly to the ground. Someone held down my hands, another one ripped off a part of my shirt and gagged me with it, and all 6 of them took turns violating me. I stopped crying and struggling after some time; I just lay still. When they were done, one of them spat on me as they all hurried away. I lay there on the floor for a long time. I’m not sure how long. I got up and walked to the hospital; good thing it wasn’t too far from the house.

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The hospital reception grew colder, and just as she thought of getting up to leave, she heard her name.

“Sade Coker, the doctor will see you now.”

Subomi

“Shubby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it would turn out like this.” The idiot cried as he paced the length of the room.

“Well, none of us knew it would turn out like this, just get me to the damn hospital. What are you doing?” I said to him gently. Not because I felt calm, but because I was in so much pain that I was afraid to make any noise or sudden movements.

“ I’m looking for the car keys” he said, tears still running down his face.

“You left them on the tab…. arrrrgggggh!!!” I screamed as another round of pain racked through my stomach.

“I found it, I found it, let’s go”.

We got to the hospital somehow; I don’t remember much of the ride to the hospital; I think he was praying in tongues at some point. Oh how I wanted to laugh. I can smile about it now; the doctor took away whatever was hurting. He hasn’t said anything to me; he said he’d wait until my parents get here. I know once they get here, that is the end of me; I’m dead. I have no worldly possessions but my clothes, my iPod and my phones; I guess my sister can have those. That about does it for my will, now to tell you how I got here.

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My name is Subomi Williams and I am 17 years old. I am the first daughter of Reverend and Reverend (Mrs.) Williams of the Life Eternal Bible Church. I love to sing, I’ve always loved to sing. And I’ve been in the choir since I was 5; music is everything to me. As you can imagine, I was brought up in a Christian home. I was taught Bible values and I adhered to them, strictly until the new Music Director came.

The idiot, Michael is his name. When I first saw him, I stopped breathing, literally. He was 6 ft 2 of caramel goodness. The kind you mostly only see in movies. I was in my father’s office when he came in. He introduced himself and smiled, then I had to open the window for air; I was in danger of hyperventilating.

“Baby, are you okay?” my concerned father asked.

“Yes Daddy, I just need some air” I replied with my back to them, my face to the window. The whole time they talked, I had my back to them. I only turned back when I heard daddy say

“You’re welcome to our church, Michael. This is my daughter Shubby, She’s in the choir too.”

“Hello Shubby, you look so much like your dad” he said, still smiling. I just nodded like a mute child while my dad grinned proudly.

“It is nice to meet you, I guess I’ll see you at rehearsals.” He said and turned away. It was good that he didn’t expect any answers, because I only had nods for him. I picked up my phone and texted my friend, Liya “Babe, I just saw the hottest dude on this planet.”

Michael knew I had the hots for him, what with me constantly drooling over him at every rehearsal and doodling on my notepad. Usually, I took most solos, but I couldn’t get myself to say a word when Michael was around, so I was inactive for a while. One day, while I was busy doodling, a petal actually, with both our names on it, he called my name. I raised my head up so fast my neck almost snapped.

“Shubby, come try this song. I’ve never heard you sing”

Several choir members cheered as I got up, but I was so nervous I tripped twice. I finally got to the front and sang. When I opened my eyes at the end of the song, he had his mouth open.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that!” he said

I smiled shyly and went back to my seat. From that day, something changed in the way brother Michael looked at me. He started talking to me more and one day, he invited me to his house. Of course, I didn’t tell my parents where I was headed that time or any time after; I started to tell them lies. Once at his house, he told me he really liked me and asked me how old I was. I told him I was 17 and he said no one would be able to tell because I was so mature for my age. I visited him often, and one day, one thing led to another and we did it. I lied more to my parents; I don’t know how I was able to be so discreet. Michael and I winked at each other during services, and got together as often as we could. Only Liya knew what I was up to. Liya warned me, she told me to be careful, but I didn’t listen. I even fought Liya; I told her she was just jealous she didn’t have a hot boyfriend who could sing.

My period ceased after a few months, but I didn’t think anything to it until I started getting sick. My parents were mostly not around at this time; they had a lot of conferences and seminars to minister at, which was good for me. My sister thought I was just down with the flu, but I knew better. I told Michael I was pregnant and I swear to you, his very light skin turned white. He went off, didn’t speak to me for a few days and then came back to sweet talk me into abortion. I refused of course; I was scared. So he gave me some drug to take. “For the nausea” he said. I slept off on his bed after I took the drug, and I woke up to a really nasty abdominal pain and blood running down my legs.

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So, here we are. Oh great, dad and mum just walked in. Mum is already crying profusely. I don’t know what to say to them, I know that things will never be the same. Nothing, not even the pain I went through kills me as much as the hurt and disappointment in daddy’s eyes right now. His little princess has been defiled.

“ I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t know what else to say”

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