Seriously, what?

Posted: September 19, 2011 in The Writer's Roundabout

Hey!!!

Welcome back to The Writer’s Roundabout! Glad you all stuck through the twists and turns. Thank you for all the love and support you guys have shown me. I really appreciate it!!!

If you want to read the previous posts done by me, Rj, Wole, Sandra, Terdoh and Onyinye, click here to do so.

Now we have Bukky @BoukkieO …..
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Jade woke, but she didn’t open her eyes; she was afraid to. She wasn’t sure where she was, and if there was another surprise waiting for her, she needed those last few moments of peace. What was the last thing she saw? She wondered. Oh, yes, the horrible, horrible chicken killing method that guy employed. What happened after though? Did he hit her with the bat? She moved her head slightly to see if it was still in one piece; no, he didn’t hit her. She remembered screaming, She must have passed out after she screamed. She moved her hands to see if she was tied; she wasn’t. She opened her eyes cautiously, one after the other. The first thing she saw was teeth, shiny white teeth exposed in a big grin.

“Hello again, Missy”.

Jason was sitting right in front of her on the bed, holding out a plate of oh-so-black Chicken. She let out another scream. Lord only knows how she got enough wind to do that. It seemed to be her favorite way of communicating.

“Dinner is served”, he said, still grinning.

“Oh, no, I’m not eating that” Jade said quickly and shook her head vigorously.

“I worked hard to prepare this, you mean you won’t even taste it?” Jason said with a mock-hurt look on his face. “Ok, suit yourself then” he said and started eating.

Jade looked at him, shook her head and turned her face to the other side. All previous thoughts of P setting gone without a trace, she thought: “Only God knows which sect or specie of mad men this one belongs to. Who mangles a chicken, sets it on fire and proceeds to eat it? What will I not see? Sha don’t kill me. Wait, it could be worse, he could bite me! Father Lord, I hear the poison of madness travels really fast through the body. Please thicken my skin, let no evil teeth be able to penetrate. Please protect me. Now I know it’s true what they say: “all that glitters is not gold”; this is a huge, fat weist! A fine boy gone to weist.” She took a sideways look at him as he munched away, oblivious to the perusing eyes. Her stomach rumbled loudly just then, and Jason turned to her with his mouth full and said: “you sure you don’t want some of this? It’s really good”.

She eyed now-halved black lump hungrily, but she couldn’t bring herself to eat it. All she could remember was the horrific way in which the chicken died. She turned her face to him and asked: “Look, where am I ? And why am I here? Who are you? I want to go home, please let me go.” She was crying now, more out of starvation than the need to go home. Jason dropped his plate and hurried to her side. He said

“Please don’t cry, you’ll be alright.”

She held away at first, but soon she settled into his hug and let him soothe her.

“Who are you?” She asked after her tears had subsided. “I can’t really tell you that” came the reply. “Why am I here? Where am I? Are you going to kill me or chop off parts of my body?” She asked, fresh tears soaking Jason’s shirt.

He chuckled and she looked up at him; he was fine. And he had nice teeth too. “No, I’m not going to kill you or dice you. I can tell you my name; it’s Jason.”

“Alright, Jason”.

Jason was about to say something when there came a knock on the door.

“Ah, finally.”

He said as he rose to open the door. He didn’t let the visitor in, instead, he stepped out and shut the door behind him. Jade sat up alert, she could hear voices, but she couldn’t make out what they were discussing. After a few minutes, Jason came back in with a stern look on his face. He took his place on the bed and resumed the consumption of his blackened meal. Jade opened her mouth to ask the many questions on her mind, but as she did, Jason held a finger to his lips, his eyes moved towards the door and then back to her, his finger still in place. She knew he meant for her to be quiet, but who was outside the door? And why couldn’t she speak anymore? Fear rose to the back of her throat and her heart beat faster. She silently prayed to God to spare her life. She promised for the umpteenth time that she would truly turn around if she got out of this alive and in on piece. Jason was looking at her intently, and it made bells go off at the back of her head. “Dear Lord, this is not the time to set P!” She thought. She tried to stay awake, but she was tired and hungry and she soon fell asleep.

When she woke, Jason was looming over her. He held pieces of cloth in his hand. She sat up and scuttled away from him, but he moved close to her and whispered: “whatever happens, do not say a word, do not struggle or try to escape. I promise you’ll be alright. Do you understand?” Jade nodded quickly and wondered what horror awaited her this time and if she should trust this man who looked as though he didn’t like what was about to happen. There was a loud knock, followed by a deep voice :”what’s taking so long?” Jason squeezed her hand gently and quickly blindfolded Jade with one piece of cloth, and tied her hands behind her with the other. She heard the door open, and she was pulled forward. She walked a short distance with someone who was half-dragging her and after a while, they stopped. Then a hand pressed her head down; it took some seconds to realize she was entering a car. The engine started and the car moved. She wanted to ask where they were headed, but she remembered Jason’s warning, so she kept shut. Was he there with her? Should she scream? How many people were in the car? Was anyone carrying a gun? She didn’t know, she didn’t hear any sounds apart from the car engine. The car came to a stop soon and she was dragged out. She stood, waiting for the next thing to happen. She heard footsteps, and they seemed to stop right in front of her. Someone spoke: “Ah, Jade, we meet again.” Another person yanked the blindfold off from behind her, and when she saw the face in front of her, she intended to scream, but she could only manage a whimper.

“haaa…”
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This is just ….. *smh*
So who’s the next writer?
Vivian, my favorite model, helped me pick out the name from the calabash. (no pics today, I’m using wordpress for BB and I’m still confused about pictures)
And the next writer is ….

@xoAFRO Bankole

Wait o … Before you all run off to comment and ish ….

I have an announcement to make ..!

Me and my wonderful friend Michi of The Crazy World of Fashion blog are producing a fashion and lifestyle magazine for our senior capstone project in AUN. I’m using this opportunity to reach out to you all bloggers and writers to ask you all to contribute. We need feature stories, fiction pieces and stories that inspire. We also need someone who can write an article about summer’s top movies and a book review (books written by international authors). Our target market is ‘young women between the ages of 18-30’.

Anybody that has anything along those lines should please send their work to me before the end of October to this email – deolaadebiyi@gmail.com. If you need more information, email me and I’ll reply.

I look forward to reading your submissions!

Sooooooo, head back here Wednesday by 9:30 to see what Banx has in store for us!

Did I forget to mention Decades II … It starts today! Get to Afrosays to read the first decade by 10am! Its all about the women this time!

Have a great dayy!!!

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Comments
  1. afrosays says:

    Ayam in dire straits!
    Save me ohhh lawwwd!

  2. OOkpoechi says:

    I loved this! ^_^

  3. ibetapassmynebo says:

    hmmm..ds one don pass superstory. . .

  4. ThinkTank! says:

    Interesting story. So we are bringing back an old character? Interesting….

    Finally! Banx is here! I have been patiently waiting for this day! The one to tie it all together and save us, The chosen one, is here.

    No pressure man. No pressure 🙂

  5. terdoh says:

    But wait. Why is everyone playing safe. (I’m guilty too.) Kill some of these characters and create new ones. I will not put any pressure on Banx cos it doesn’t help, but I trust he will deliver. 🙂

    Good job though, Bukky.

  6. SlevinCalevra says:

    This is beautiful! I wonder who these people are… Who better to shed more light than the Afroman himself. Eagerly waiting…

  7. Ngufy says:

    Truth? This going round and round in circles is getting really tiring…
    I understand its not easy to pick up anothers line of thought and make a story but it seems everyone is playing safe…
    Saying something but nothing… Theres no action really going on here!
    Its like everyone one is waiting for the last person to say it all… D whole story cant be revealed then pls…
    Im getting bored.
    Can u do this Bankole? Thank You!

  8. But why is this prostitute still alive? 😐

  9. You-Know-Who says:

    She should’ve set p with Jason while she had the chance.

  10. Kemmiiii says:

    I totally loved this. Nice one Bukkie. (Y)

  11. kponja says:

    No more twists?! 😥

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