The Wrath of Jezebel...contd By Amos Bwire...

"We have to talk…" It was almost 9pm. He was getting in from office, and with the worst news of his career.
"Talk..?" She was busy on a dresser. "What's there to talk about?"
He stared at her through the mirror as she was working out her face. "Where are you going?"
"Do I ever ask you that question whenever you go out?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Her voice was stony. "That question should have been thrown back at you!"

WHY AM I STILL UNMARRIED

I  published the  article below on ThisDay newspaper two Sundays ago, 16th Sept, 2012 to be precise, and I want to share it here. The single status of young successful ladies out there is becoming worrisome each passing day. In fact, some men make jest of single ladies, claiming that their choosy nature has led them to their single status. Is it really true? Is a lady's decision to marry her dream man an obstacle to her marital status? I'm sure you've heard some comedians make fun of ladies whose choices  men decline as they grow older.  Do you agree with this? Are we really meant to be humble and let any man waltz into our life just because we don't want to be called an old maid? 

And to the men out there, seriously,  don't you want to settle down ? Is this social plight just a woman's problem or are the men also not afraid that they might become an old gent? 

Here is an excerpt of my published article on ThisDay newspaper. Let me know what you think about it and how we can help address the single staus of our sisters out there. Me inclusive(winks)…

 

Stella was in her early thirties and still unmarried. A shrewd entrepreneur, Stella lived a very comfortable life. Living in a three bedroom flat with her mum and siblings at one of the suburbs in Lagos, she was the ideal breadwinner any family could look up to. She catered for her family like a father would since hers passed away when she was still a teenager.

 She was a natural care giver. Always willing to help anyone in need. She placed others' needs before hers. As a sanguine, she easily made friends and people loved her without holds barred. She was playful, very articulate and blessed with the wisdom of a dove.

 Everyone loved having Stella around. She was a mother, a sister and a friend. If you have a problem, Stella was the ideal person to talk to because she would take her time to analyse the situation and give you the best solution she can offer.

 Though known for her witty remarks, Stella doesn't tolerate disrespect or injustice in any form. She doesn't waste time in saying her piece of mind when angered, even if it might hurt the other party's feeling.

 With all these high points, Stella was still unhappy. She felt incomplete, like there is something still missing in her life. And there was… A man.

 Stella was unmarried and each ticking of the clock caused her heart to beat faster. A ray of light gets dimmer once there is no shining knight standing in front of her asking for her hand in marriage. Often times she wondered if men out there were blind. She would stare at herself in the mirror, observing her curvaceous body, looking for signs of lapping folds, but none was visible.

 She was a pretty one. She has had many men tell her. Yet they don't want to take this pretty one to mama, to their home and make her lady of their household. What was wrong with men? She will cry out aloud sometimes. Or is Cupid blind or is someone from my village planning evil against me? On several occasions, she's been to one church or the other, seeking for a miracle and a solution to her single status. After series of fasting and praying, there is still no sign of her significant other.

Stella is frustrated. Not like she doesn't have men who ask her out for dates, the only problem is that they don't want to get serious. All they want is to hang out, probably sex if they are lucky and nothing more. And with the age clock ticking closely to her ears, Stella is desperate. She is scared that she might end up single.

 She had tried to adjust her manners and lifestyle like those self help books on relationship had advised her to do, yet no headway.  As if life hasn't made enough mockery of her already, every now and then a friend, relative, neighbour will call to invite her to a wedding of someone she used to know; maybe a frenemy or an ex-lover. And out of frustration, she will cry out to the Lord, asking Him to grant her her heart desires. In fact, she started attending weddings in order to find the lucky Mr. Right there.

 Her previous relationships have yielded no "will you marry me?" episode. They stay as much as they can until she can't stand them anymore. She is tired. What else is left for her to do? Why is she still unmarried…

 There are thousands of women out there who are in a similar situation like Stella. They have things going on for them. Everyone seems to tell them that they are wife materials, yet there are no husbands looking for them. The question on their lips is always "why am I still unmarried?"

  Stella is asking why men don't want to get serious and settle down with her.

So I  put the question to young men who are still bachelors, why don't you want to get married?
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

WHY AM I STILL UNMARRIED

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 I  published the  article below on ThisDay newspaper two Sundays ago, 16th Sept, 2012 to be precise, and I want to share it here. The single status of young successful ladies out there is becoming worrisome each passing day. In fact, some men make jest of single ladies, claiming that their choosy nature has led them to their single status. Is it really true? Is a lady's decision to marry her dream man an obstacle to her marital status? I'm sure you've heard some comedians make fun of ladies whose choices  men decline as they grow older.  Do you agree with this? Are we really meant to be humble and let any man waltz into our life just because we don't want to be called an old maid? 

And to the men out there, seriously,  don't you want to settle down ? Is this social plight just a woman's problem or are the men also not afraid that they might become an old gent? 

Here is an excerpt of my published arrticle on ThisDay newspaper. Let me know what you think about it and how we can help address the single staus of our sisters out there. Me inclusive(winks)...

Stella was in her early thirties and still unmarried. A shrewd entrepreneur, Stella lived a very comfortable life. Living in a three bedroom flat with her mum and siblings at one of the suburbs in Lagos, she was the ideal breadwinner any family could look up to. She catered for her family like a father would since hers passed away when she was still a teenager.

The Wrath of Jezebel...contd by Amos Bwire

Majority had been in panic.
Elijah was among few in the Marketing
department that were not scared by rumors that spread around the company…rumors that layoffs were going to take place as the result of ongoing global financial crisis. His experience and hard work had been too obvious for his bosses not to
take notice. Twice in the past year he had been recognized with an employee-of-the-month award, and just last October he had been promoted from being a supervisor in Sales Section, to Deputy HOD, with his salary being more than trebled.
So, that Monday morning after he'd received a phone call from HRM office, Elijah guessed there was another good news coming. He gingerly walked into the HR office and cheerfully greeted some of the personnel, before he walked in to HRM cabin.
"Morning, Madam!" Greeted Elijah as he stepped his foot inside HRM cabin. His eyes flashed first on her broad classical desk that fitted well with the
decor of the neatly-polished space, before they climbed up to her light purple satin blouse that fitted well on what seemed like unadulterated bosom which made Ms. Ritha Gakere look a decade-and-a-half younger than her actual age of 45.
"Morning, Elijah." A dark-skinned Kenyan lady, Gakere, had her slender back leaned against a brand-new reddish brown leather throne. "Please have a seat."

The Wrath of Jezebel...contd by Amos Bwire

Did that kiss turn me on! Abella argued within, as
soon as Lucinda broke the kiss.
“You’re so beautiful, Abella,” Whispered Lucinda,
leaning slightly on Abella. “So fucking beautiful!”
What? Did I hear that correctly? Abella thought,
half shocked-half dazed. She saw a glimpse of
naked desire in Lucinda’s eyes. This is so bad! She
thought, indecisively and said “No, this is wrong!”
But in the act of betrayal, her own treasure was
twitching.
“Honey,” Said Lucinda, getting her face closer to
Abella's. “There is nothing wrong to being
pleasured.” This time the kiss became a bit
aggressive.
And the next hour was like a slideshow…

FRIDAY HEAT: Which would you prefer: To or not to know about your partner's secret love affair?

They say what you don't know won't kill you, right? Can this be related to a cheating spouse? It hurt at times to find out that the one you gave your heart to is having an affair with someone else. It could lead to the break up of a beautiful relationship especially if the pain is unbearable. But if you are kept in the dark about your partner's affairs, then you don't have to go through the pain of heartbreak right? In fact, you can choose to turn a blind eye because you don't want to be hurt. Nothing changes, you love her, you are happy. You feel that everything is OK in your relationship. As long as you don't know about her love affairs, you are alright. But then, the truth has a way of revealing itself.

But which do you think will help reduce the pain of heartbreak? To know about your partner's love affair with another man or woman or not? And if you would like to know about it, would you prefer they confess it to you or you just want to find out yourself?

It's the Friday Heat people...
Let the heat begin!!!

WHEN A GOOD MAN CHEATS

Every woman wants a man who will treat her right; it is like a dream come true. Someone who will always be there for her when she needs him, do all the housechores, give her the upper hand in an argument and all that mushy mushy stuffs that makes her simultaneously wobbly and powerful. Unfortunately, such men are hard to find. One will think if a woman should find such man, that she would hold him dear to her heart but the reverse seems to be the case in some occasions. A good man in a woman’s world is a man that has good moral standards, treat her like a queen and succumb to her wishes or demands without argument.
While in a man's world, such men may be seen as jerks or losers or even weak. Like for real, who does that? Why be in servitude to a woman's whiny tantrums when you are supposed to be in charge. You have to prove that you are a man by being the one in control. You dictate when things happen, not her.

FRIDAY HEAT: What would you do if you found out that your ex is HIV positive?

Shock? Fear? Joy?
What would be your first reaction to this harsh news especially if it's not too long ago you broke up with him/her?

Eno recently broke up with Esua. They have been on and off in their relationship for a while due to the conflict of their personality types. While Eno was an extrovert to the core, Esua was the exact opposite. Unwilling to find a meeting point, they both decided to go their separate ways. A week later, Esua came begging and after much display of emotions, they both ended up in bed. The following day, Eno still adamant to end the relationship FINALLY called it quits.
Two months later, Eno was shopping in a local market when she ran into one of Esua's buddy who told her that her ex has been diagnosed of HIV. If you were Eno what would you do?
#TGIF#
Let the heat begin!!!

"Any woman that is looking for Mr. Right will die single, old and wrinkle." -Bimbo Akintola

I culled this interview from The Nation newspaper online. I couldn't help but share it here. Her bluntness in the interview piqued me. (Wish all celebrities were like her)
For those who don't know this beauty queen, she is a versatile actress in Nollywood. A very articulate actress, Bimbo Akintola is known for her sultriness in movies.. Most of her popular movies include: "Unwritten", "Another New Day", "The Last Oath", but the movie that brought her to spotlight was "Out of Bounds". She recently starred in the movie "Hoodrush", (I haven't watched the movie yet...)
Read and enjoy this interview.

Your fans have missed you. Where were you before Hoodrush?

I've been around. My soap, Circle of three, was on TV for two years. I produced, I directed and acted. It was on for two years. And it went off the air about a year-and-a-half ago. And after that, you have Amazons. Amazons is on TV right now. The problem is, it's not like I don't like acting or I don't enjoy acting. There is nothing else I want to do with my life. I love acting. That's my passion. But I think at this point, it will be ridiculous for me to be doing useless films. That's how I see it. If I can't get a script that speaks to me, I won't work. I will find other things to sort out my bills and take care of me, and wait until I can do something sensible. The industry has been there for over twenty years. And at this point in time, I think we've gotten to the point where we should be doing great works, not mediocre works. Some scripts come to you, and you can't read the first page. It doesn't make sense at all from the first page. You can't keep saying oh, when we get on set, we'll work it out, because at the end of the day, I've seen some movies that I was in and I would cry because we didn't work it out. It didn't turn out right. If they don't have it together from the script, that means the technical work will be crap. So I say to myself now, until I get good scripts, I will sit at home. I do Yoruba movies. Why do I do Yoruba movies? The scripts are beautiful. The stories are original. People keep saying, why do you do Yoruba movies? Is it that you don't get English scripts? I could show you at least fifteen scripts in my house right now, but I can't read them. When I try and read the first two pages and I can't do it, I send it to my friend, who after two weeks, will call me and say, 'I'm not reading it. I can't do it. You can't act it. Do you understand?' How can Nollywood at this stage still be doing such mediocre work? Everywhere in the world, they know what Nollywood is. Why would we still be doing such mediocre work? I don't understand it and I'm not willing to be part of it. 

I don't get to see you with other actresses.Is this part of the reasons you don't even come out for premieres?

I do get invites to most of those things, but sometimes I'm not able to make it because I dohave other things that I do. A lot of emcee work. I anchor shows. And sometimes, such programmes clash with my own schedules. And if you say I don't mix with other actors, I do have actors who are my friends. It's just that I don't believe because we are in the same profession, we have to be friends. I pick my friends from the heart. If I see you and my heart says that you are my friend, then you're my friend. I've had friends who have been my friends for twenty years and we are still growing strong. You know what, friendship is a great relationship. It's almost like a marriage. And if you don't have the right friends, you are doomed. If you have the wrong friends, because they'll never tell you when you're going wrong, when you're getting too full of yourself, when you're taking the wrong step, and they are not there to support you when you need them. Friendship is like a marriage. I pick my friends with care and from my heart. I mean, I love Tonto Dikeh, I've met her once, I think she has a lot of respect. And I think she's absolutely beautiful. I love Omotola, and I would say she is my friend. But we don't see every day, we don't talk every day. But when we see, we're like together, gisting. That's the same thing with Stella. Keppy is one of my best friends, his wife, his whole family. They've been my friends for a long time. We are going on twenty years now. I still saw them today. That's how friendly we are. So, for me, friendship is not by profession. It's your heart that decides who your friends are.

Tonto Dikeh, Omotola both actresses are short-fused. Do you also share that trait?

You mean they have a temper? I've never seen it! You know people keep telling me that Omotola has a temper. I've never seen it! I don't believe it! Honestly, I think it's a story from somewhere that somebody started because I've worked with Omotola. And you know what, we were once together on a set where things went wrong, and if she truly has a short-fuse, she should have lost it on that day, but she didn't. We just started laughing, went to one corner, sat down and laughed, and said 'when they get themselves together they will call us.' So I've never seen this temper that they are going on about with. And if you say Tonto has a short-fuse, don't forget she's a young actress. And she's a brilliant actress. So she's getting a lot of attention. And some of it is not positive. And because she's just starting to deal with that, she might say things that people see as aggressive or wrong. But she will learn to ignore after a while because that's honestly the best thing to do.

Is that how you handle scandals?

I ignore a lot of things. You can never please everybody. I've known that since I was a child. And I believe in it totally. So you please yourself first and foremost, because at the end of the day, when we all die, you will stand in front of your Maker and face judgment alone. I always please myself first. It's not like I don't care about other people. I do care about other people, but I don't care what people say about me, and that's the difference. I care about my family, about my friends and they know me. If they think anything is wrong, they would ask me. But if you believe it without knowing me, without giving me a chance to defend myself, then you're not worth it. That's how I see it because you never judge a book by its cover. You never judge people by what you hear about them. You judge based on what you know. So if you can't take the time out to find out and be sure of what people are saying, then you're not useful and you're not worth it. I'm an actor. I studied Theatre Arts. I spent six years in the University of Ibadan. I did a diploma and then my degree. And I think for most of the writers in Nigeria, they also went to school of journalism. I'm sure there is something they taught them. You find out the truth before you write. Unfortunately, some of you don't.

Really…?

Let's be truthful. Some of you do not. It now looks as if instead of being together, because we can only build if we work together, it looks like we are trying to destroy what somebody else has  achieved. And I find that very painful. If you write about a woman, a married actress committing adultery, if it's true, put it there, and I will be the first to support you. But if it isn't, why do you do that? There was a publication about Kate Henshaw-Nuttal's child a long time ago. And it was the height of disgust. The person that wrote that story said whether her child was an albino or something. How on earth do you insult somebody's child? If it wasn't personal and you were now using your job to get revenge, why would you write that about somebody else's child? Why would you do that? Why would you write that Bimbo is dating ten men in Abuja when you know for certain that it didn't happen? Or you write that you saw me in Abuja at the airport fighting over runs money, which was also put in the papers. Why would you want to spoil my image for no reason? As an actor, we have a responsibility to the audience, to be happy anytime we see them, no matter what our mood is. You guys have a responsibility as well to tell the truth. If you're killing Nollywood, you are killing yourselves. What else is there to report if not Nollywood? So I find it very hard to understand why some journalists write what they write. It is sad. If I were a reporter, and I decided I wanted to write the bad things that actors do, and I agree you have a right to do that, because the public has a right to know if some of these people that they think are such great people are really great people, but you should be truthful.

I'm sure that you were particularly touched by Kate Henshaw's case because it involved her child. When do you plan having your own children?

I have loads of children.

I mean biological children?

Biological will come soon. But I have loads and loads of children. I even have children who are married and giving me grandchildren (laughs).

You just talked about your children who are married. Does it bother you that you're not married?

That's the bad thing, I never attend weddings. But I attended my sister's wedding. I'm not a wedding, naming ceremony, burial person. I really don't understand what I'm doing there. But I'm a birthday person. However, it doesn't bother me. I will tell you why, we are all individuals who have different paths to take in life. Some of us will marry. Some of us won't. Some of will have kids. Some of us won't. Some of us won't be able to. So I never judge myself according to other people's standards. And for me, marriage is such a huge deal and I'm not in a hurry to go there. That's the truth. If you find maybe two of my ex's, you will find out that I've had proposals. But I turned them down because at the end of the day, you are saying 'I pick this person above everybody else in the world, till death do us part.' I had better believe that! If I don't believe it, it's not going to happen. Look, I will be 70 and single if I don't believe it.

But do you believe in the maxim 'happily ever after’?

There can be happily ever after, but it takes a lot of hard work. You have to work at it. Relationship is work. Friendship is work. Marriage is bigger, bigger, bigger work. Marriage is the hardest institution on the face of the earth. As boyfriend and girlfriend, you guys are cool. You have an argument; you will vex, pack your loads and go to your house. He will come and beg you. Marriage, where are you going? Do you understand? You are in each other's space day-in-day-out as long as you are together. And that takes a lot. It's not the easiest thing to do. You're from a different background, he's from a different background; you guys are different people. You will always have problems until you find even ground. And it takes a lot of hard work to stay there. When my colleagues tell me 'oh Bimbo, I'm getting married', I always ask them one question. Are you sure?

Could it mean that you weren't sure of the guys you've dated?

I never dated anybody and thought to myself, 'oh, I want to marry this person and stay with this person for the rest of my life.' It's only normal that when you're dating someone, then you should have marriage in view… Opon ti sun (times have changed). Let me tell you the truth. Times have changed. It was back then that they say 'oh! At forty-something, you're not married. You are no longer on the shelf.' There is no such thing again. People are getting married at forty-eight. My friend's aunty got married; she's fifty-six, first marriage. In the village they did big wedding. I couldn't understand it. But you know what, it's happening every day, everywhere. It's no more a thing of you are old you can't get married. It's when you find the right man. And I'm glad parents are beginning to realise that they shouldn't put so much pressure on their children. That was why I did Circle of three, to talk about that pressure. Don't put pressure on your child. That's why marriages are collapsing everywhere. By the time everybody has frustrated the girl in their house, she jumps into the first thing to come along, and two months later, she's back at home. Marriage is over. And that is such a big shame.

You have shown that you love kids. Is there a possibility that you might have kids out of wedlock?

Of course, there is nothing wrong with having kids out of wedlock. It was before that they will say bastard, now it's normal.

Is that not a shift in value?

Is it? It's not a shift in value. It's says in the Bible that God removed a rib from man, Adam, and created his woman. What if your own rib creator has died? Some people die at infancy. Some people die in car accident. Are they not somebody's husband? And some people become monks, priests, that don't marry. If it is in the Bible that each woman is created for a man and some men have died, that means some women's husbands have gone. So manage your life and be happy. And does that mean such women should not have children? Let's even leave that aside. What if you are unlucky and you keep having relationships over and over and you've not found the right man. Or it never works out. Would someone tell you that at 45, you shouldn't have a child? If husband no come, pikin no go come? That will be unfair now. That's two blows to deal one person. Some women out there really want to settle down, but they can't find a man. So are you going to tell me that for those women, they shouldn't have children? It's not possible. You will be wicked to say that.

What is the quality of your ideal man?

There is no such thing as ideal man. What you get is a man that you can laugh with and then you build from there. Any woman that's looking for Mr. Right will die single, old and wrinkle. There is no perfect man. There is no perfect woman. What you have is a work in progress. Each of us is a work in progress.

You played the role of a sugar mummy in Hoodrush. From the experience of previous write- ups about you, do you prefer younger men, or is it a misconception?

I like men generally (laugh). I know what you're talking about. Let me tell you what happened with Dimeji. He came to interview me from Genevieve Magazine. And at the end of the shoot, he says, can I have a picture with you and I said yes and I held him like this and we took a picture and that was it. He became my lover. I haven't spoken to that boy since that shoot. I'm serious. Is it that every man or woman you hug is a lover? Do you understand? But it's ridiculous, because we can't keep doing this.

Your picture with OC Ukeje in a compromising state has been generating a lot of buzz. What's your take on it?

I think that is Nigerians at their funniest. This is how it is, you put a picture of two people, in what they see as a compromising situation or position in papers, and the next thing is, it has to be that they are dating. Lord, help us! I hope we get past this and behave like educated people someday and let go off all these things. When they tell you something is from a set, that means it's a make-believe, not true.

The Wrath of Jezebel(Chapter 3) by Amos Bwire

Disclaimer: Though some of the events described
in this piece of writing are based on actual events,
this account is entirely fictional. By no means does
this writing intend to imply that events depicted
actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors
described are engaged in a society within, or
condoned by the author.
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The sweating had never subsided.
The feeling was as awkward and hopeless as he
reckoned how stupid his ill-advised decision was,
that he almost fell into her cheap trap. Why did I
nearly succumb to her temptations?
At his house, there was no sign of his wife’s car. He
rushed inside and straight to the bedroom. She
wasn’t there. Somehow he was thankful. He'd have
enough time to calm himself down and get
prepared for their planned 'night-out.' He went on
and took a bath. Dressed up, he went to the patio..
An hour passed, still no signs of Abella. Is it traffic
jam or she has problems with the car? He thought,
before dialing her number. There was no answering
from her side. He did so for over half an hour. He
was getting restless. He checked his watch, it was
1030pm. He went back to the bedroom. Took off
his shirt. Kicked off his shoes. Jumped on to the
bed.
___________________________
She tried the door. It was not locked.
Quietly she opened it and walked inside the room.
Her eyes surveyed for a moment, before they
landed on to the bed.
“Hullo, time for breakfast..." She said, melodically,
seating her sexy frame at the edge of bed,
aromatic serving-tray warming her laps.
Abella, whose back was onto Lucinda, rolled herself
over. A fragrant reality sneaked in her nostrils even
before she opened her heavy eyes. And when she
did so, she was taken aback. She could see a bowl
of chicken soup, boiled bananas and varieties of
fruits, all staring at her. Oh my God! Her heartbeat
acknowledged. “Hi Lucy, ‘morning?” Her eyes so
sleepy.
"Morning. How do you feel, partner?"
Abella felt a sudden hammering in her head.
"Ouch!"
"Oh Pole. You took in so much wine last night,
partner..."
"Ah! Ahsante, partner.” Acknowledged Abella,
wincing. "I think it's the mixing…never tried a
strong stuff before." She stared outside glass
windows, through lacy curtains. It was daylight.
“Oh my God!” She got panicky. “Did I overslept! I
have to go, Lucy!"
"You will, partner." Was a calm response from
Lucinda. "Just have this first." She pointed at the
bowl of soup.
Baffled, Abella had her big eyes bigger. “Is this for
me?”
“Yep. It’s breakfast to start your new day."
"Oh, Lucy, thank you! But truly I should leave now.
I slept outside my home. Mungu wangu!" A night
outside her home for the very first time, gave her
fits. She dragged her body forth. Halfway off the
sheets, she realized she was actually naked, except
for panties and bra. Oh, my! She was shocked. Had
no memory of taking off her clothes.
"Where is my phone..?” She asked, her eyes
restlessly wondering around. Lucinda picked a
strawberry and offered it to Abella, who parted her
lips in acceptance. “Where is my phone, Lucy?”
“Here.” Lucinda said, simultaneously stepping aside
towards a dresser. She opened one drawer and
came up with the phone. She handled it to a
quizzical Abella.
“You put it in there?”
Lucinda nodded. She didn’t tell Abella that she had
also profiled the cell phone to 'silence' mode.
There were 15 missed calls, the last one been two
hours back, around 7am. All were from Elijah. “Oh
God, no! I should call him back! I--”
“No!" Snapped Lucinda. "Don’t do that!”
“What Lucinda?" Abella was in awe. "I should let
him know where I am. He might be running to
Police stations by now.”
“I’ve done that already. Last night.”
“What? You called him? What did you tell my
husband, Lucinda?” Tension was building up.
“No I didn’t call him. I sent him a text message.”
“Oh my God! What did you tell him?”
Lucinda grabbed a cellphone from Abella and
scrawled for 'sent' messages. “Here, read it.”
Abella took the phone and read the message. Done
reading, she gulped in a huge chunk of air. “My
goodness! Why did you tell him this? How am I
going to explain this lie to him? What am--?”
“Partner, I know. I know. That will be easy…" The
calmness in Lucinda amazed even the angry Abella.
"But before you get back there, you have to first be
in control of the situation. Do you understand?”
“Oh, my God!" Said Abella, her eyes mild wet.
Quietly, Lucinda extended the tray onto Abella's
lap. “Well, take him off your chest, partner. He isn't
a man enough for you.”
“No I can’t, Lucy." Abella shook her head, picking a
spoon from the tray. "He has hurt me so much that
I can’t take him off my chest so easily.”
“You’ll have to. You are going to.”
“Lucy, he’s my husband," She chewed on a chunk
of chicken breast. "And I don’t know yet what I
should do. This whole thing is too much for me!”
“Abella, listen,” Her voice became more of an order,
than a suggestion. “No more whining, right? Be a
woman. You have me here. Isn’t that enough, at
least for a--?”
“I don’t know Lucinda. I don’t--”
“You will, unless you don’t want to.”
The two kept on trading vibes for a moment, until
when Abella was done with the breakfast.
“Ok, get up, time to go take a shower.” Lucinda
spoke, collecting an emptied tray from Abella. “Let
the water take the tension off you.”
“Oh, no. I have to go, Lucy. I cant--”
“You’ll have a bath first.” Lucinda said, matter of
fact. “Let’s go.”
“What do you--?” Abella was a little puzzled.
“I want to give you a warm bath.” Lucinda clearly
meant what she said.
“Uh-uh! Not that, Lucy. I have--"
“C’mon, Abe. Stop being foolish!"
"I can’t. Sorry.”
"You feel shy to share a bath with me?" She placed
the tray on the bedside table. "Is that your
problem, huh?”
Abella wanted to say something but stopped as she
saw Lucinda standing up and in a voice so stern
she said, “Okay, look here.” Abella's heart jumped.
A choked air slipped off her gaped lips. "Oh, my!"
She stared at Lucinda who had released the knot
that tied her purple robe, allowing it to drop off her
shoulders and stripped all the way down her
ankles. Abella was staring at the most beautiful,
fascinating morphology she had ever seen. In
shock and disbelief, an urge to move her hand and
feel the strength and beauty of Lucinda was
building inside her.
“Hey, wake up! What are you staring at?” Lucinda
said, waving her palm in a wiping motion in front of
a stunned face.
Abella jumped as if she was awakened from a
horror dream. Her left hand ran onto her heaving
chest, Oh my God, what am I thinking?
Lucinda outstretched her hands and pulled Abella
out of bed.
Abella, amazed by the physical strength Lucinda
displayed as she dragged her across the room so
easily, protested “Oh please, Lucy!”
“C'mon, it’s just a bath. B-a-t-h," Spoke Lucinda,
opening the door that led to the bathroom.
Abella, naked and shamed, took a deep breath as
she braced herself for an experience she never had
ideas of.
Standing under a shower-head, warm water being
sprayed over her body, Abella trembled like a chick
in a rainfall. She flinched and giggled shyly when
Lucinda dipped a soft cloth into the soapy water
and trailed it across her body. Bubbles cascaded
from her neck and over her cleavage, dribbling
down her belly, disappearing underneath.
Lucinda turned Abella around and braced her in
her slender, yet strong arms. She ran the soapy
cloth over her shoulders, down across her back,
slowly over her ample butt, with strokes that were
sensuous it left Abella humming and pressing
herself back against Lucinda. She squirmed at the
feel of Lucinda’s toned body, rubbing against her
tender skin as their bodies slightly tangled…
When they were done, Lucinda ran a towel over
Abella. “How do you feel now, Abe?” She asked,
wrapping the towel around her torso.
Abella smiled, shyly, still not believing what was
going on in her mind. Her eyes struggled to leave
Lucinda’s body that had streams of water trailing
off its gloss, naked truth.
“Let’s get out of here.” Said Lucinda, slapping
Abella’s buttocks, lightly. She took Abella by the
hand, all the way to her bedroom. The two stopped
right at the edge of the bed.
Her mind still apprehensive, Abella had her heart
pumping like a drum. She swallowed the lump in
her throat and forced herself to speak. "Lucy, I
have to be honest, I don't think this is-" Before she
was done, Lucinda had pressed her thick lips over
hers. And by the time Lucinda broke that kiss,
Abella was speechless. Oh, my God! Questions
flooded into her head. What do I do? What if he…?
As if Lucinda had read her mind, she spoke in her
normally smooth voice, still holding on her hand, "I
know you’re scared, Abe. Just let go. Trust
yourself." Then she lowered Abella onto bed. She
didn’t resist, "Promise me one thing..."
"Mmh?" The voice came out in tremors.
"No more thinking, right?" And as if she expected
the answer to be 'yes,' Lucinda attached her lips
over Abella’s, again. Time stopped.