THE CHRONICLES OF SADIQ..

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The house was in a frenzy. Major General Mohammed S. Garba was returning from his peacekeeping mission in Sudan where he was one of the commanders of the joint peacekeeping force. His household staff had been running helter skelter to arrange the house in order to avoid his cruel temper. He was known as a gentleman who was not so gentle in the neighborhood. He opted to live outside the barracks, and so he traded his official residence for its financial equivalent and got a house in a relatively quiet neighborhood where he was the dominant character. Sadiq was to prepare the G-Wagon which would be used to receive him from the Air Force Base. His wife had contracted a major catering firm to handle the reception party which was fixed for the next day. Two cows were being slaughtered in the compound. Aisha and Bukky, who served as the official cooks for the family had their hands full. Ahmed, General’s second son had come back from South Africa the day before to receive his dad and he was going to be part of the entourage. Outside the gates there was heavy military presence. General didn’t like having them there, for he wanted his home to be an escape from his military life. However, today was not a day to take chances, whatever those chances were.

 

Sadiq was still not used to his new life. He had joined the employ of General Mohammed three months ago. Like everything in his life, favour was involved. He had left Kaduna and settled in Abuja, selling meat in the main market where General’s wife, Mrs. Lolade Garba came by with her escorts for her weekly shopping.  She had no need to go to the market herself, but being a kept woman, this was one of the few opportunities she had to interact with people outside her usual circle. She lived for moments like those, where she would haggle the prices with the sellers, price them lower than their value, then surprise the sellers by leaving them gifts of cash worth way more than the merchandize they had on offer. She missed the days she could go to the market freely, without escorts of any kind and purchase whatever she wanted. Life changed for her five years ago, when General came to her father and asked for her hand in marriage to be his second wife. He had lost his first wife Mariam, who he was married to for twenty years and he had waited a long time before making the decision to remarry. All his children has come from Mariam and Lolade was yet to conceive for him. Not like General was bothered in any way. He was content with the children he had. His job had made him indifferent to the pleasures of intercourse and he had erstwhile engaged in them for the purpose of procreation. Now his kids were all grown – two had finished school and the last one, Hauwa, was almost done getting her Law degree – he treated sex like he celebrated Salah – three times a year. Sometimes more, mostly less.

Lolade had been away from her husband for two years now due to his mission and she was aging faster than normal due to this and many things. She had no life. At 27, most of her school mates – she studied Theater Arts at the University of Lagos and graduated with a 2.2 – were just recovering from the party life which she never had the opportunity of having since she got married immediately she finished school at 22. She was now stuck in this routine life of being an Officer’s wife. She was very grateful for moments like this, once a week where she had the excuse of leaving the house although still escorted by one or two of her husband’s guards. It was on one of these occasions that she met Sadiq.

“Aboki, how much you dey sell am for meat?”

“Madam, one kilo na two thoozan, but fine madam like u, I sell a po one thoozan pipe.”

 
There was something about him though, this particular aboki. She had not seen him before. She had no particular idea where he had come from or how he came to be in th spot where she usually bought her meat. The previous aboki, who she had befriended and bought meat from a discount was no longer here. She decided to ask about him before proceeding. It seemed the polite thing to do.

“What of ya broda, my friend wey dey sell for here before?”

“Kai, madam, e be like I don tey wey I come am for market walahi. My oga e don trabel since tey tey. Him wife born am po twins. He trabel go village walahi.”

“Okay gimme meat thirty thousand.”

“Madam, walahi, all the meat hia na twenty thoozan but I go bring come walahi.”

“It’s okay, just give me the ones you have, you can keep the rest of the money. I dash you.”

“Kai, madam! God go fless am po you walahi! Kai, come see this madam o kai!”

“Here’s my card. Call me, I may have some large scale work for you and some of my friends. They may be interested in some of your, ehn, meat.”

“Walahi, madam! I go call am po you!”

He packed the meat for her and one of the soldiers retrieved the bag from him. She waved him goodbye and re-entered the G-Wagon. The military driver drove off in his usual fury and precision which they were renowned for.

It was two days later that the call came in from a number she didn’t have stored on her phone. It was from Sadiq. He was calling to tell her he had more meat for her. For sale. But she had stopped listening at this point. She had stopped listening at the word meat. Her vagina moistened at the sound of the word. She recalled the sight of his dick print which she had stolen a glance of while purchasing meat from him. She recalled his beautiful face, his pointed nose and his pronounced Fulani features. She recalled his muscular build and the strength he applied in cutting huge chunks of meat for sale. She recalled his smile and the joy in his face. And so she began to touch herself. She had no idea when she started to moan, her juices dripping down her legs, her mind soaked with pleasure. And so she made her decision. She was going to hire him. But first she needed to interview him. So she sent her driver to get him from the market with all his goods. They did. She then asked them to send Sadiq upstairs. She told them to go and pick up her dry-cleaning. She sent the cook home. Then she proceeded to have her interview.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Sadiq, madam!” He could barely hide his excitement.

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Excellent. That’s all I need to know. Now take of your clothes.”

“Madam?”

“You heard me.”

He complied and took off his clothes. She looked him in the eyes and examined him. She traced her hands along his muscles. She examined his member. It must have been at least seven inches long. She moistened again. Then she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, licking round the head and taking his shaft halfway in. Sadiq’s mouth and eyes were wide open in surprise. The knife he was holding, the one he used in dividing his wares dropped down to the black marble floors. Lolade was still on her knees, sucking him ferociously like she was a breastfeeding child who hadn’t eaten in days. He had gotten more confident at this point and he held her head, regulating her motion. She moaned sparsely in between. She couldn’t remember when she last felt these pleasures. After some seven minutes of blowjob action, he released his seed in her mouth. She then stood up, licked her mouth and planted a kiss on his lips. Their tongues entangled in a dance of bliss and she relished every second of the kiss. She then lay on the bed, her back to him, arching it in a position that facilitated entry. “Do me, now!” she said. It was an instruction. Sadiq obeyed. He climbed her and inserted his cock, which was now throbbing into her tight and almost unused vagina. No one was there to hear her. He slid in and out, gently at first, then began to pound with such ferocity as though her were trying to soften yam for swallow. He dug in depths she didn’t know existed and as his penis vibrated in her walls, her moans vibrated within the walls of the mansion. No one was there to hear her. Only the gateman was home and he dare not come upstairs. He wasn’t allowed to leave the gate under any pretenses. Sadiq kept ravaging the General’s wife in different positions. Now he had her legs in the air, holding her by the ankle on which she wore anklets that represented the title she had taken last year in the home of her birth. Right now she couldn’t care less. Her body was a temple and it was being desecrated and he was facilitating its abuse and desecration and was loving every moment of it. Every single moment.

“Madam! E don dey reach madam! I wan pour am po inside!”

“No, don’t! Pour it on my face!” Another instruction, not to be disobeyed.

And so he did. He pulled out of her and released his semen all over her face and her hair and her breasts. She smiled and told him to wait for her downstairs while she washed herself. He left her bedroom.

Lolade smiled and walked to the bathroom. She put on a bath and soaked herself in, listening to the music of Beyoncé, sipping a glass of red wine she had earlier poured herself. When she was done, she came down, handed him an envelope with a hundred thousand naira in it and showed him to his quarters.

He had been working faithfully for her ever since.

*******

“Morn Sah! Welcome sah!”

The house reverberated with greetings of this sort. Everywhere seeped of military presence. General Garba had just made his way in, with his official vehicle and a troop of junior ranking officers and soldiers who had come with him from the Air Base. He was welcomed by all and sundry, most especially his wife who offered to suck his dick but he had politely declined. He would rather not desecrate the military uniform, he said. Food was served and a mild feast was amiss. With the exception of the guards who kept watch at the gate, everyone else was at ease and the air was charged with excitement. Everyone except Lolade who felt left out of the festivities. She also couldn’t recognize her husband. He seemed to have grown colder from the effect of the war. She was brooding behind the house when Sadiq noticed. He walked up to her and engaged her in conversation.

“Madam, why you no happy po your husband come back with two leg and two hand and him manpower. If anoda person see you walahi, them go think sey u po be widower walahi.”

She smiled. “It’s not widower, Sadiq, its widow. Widower is for men who have lost their wives.”

He laughed and continued the conversation.

“Walahi madam, you po smile kwo. Or you wan make I prepah ya medicine?”

“Sadiq, you know its risky. Now Alhaji is back and I don’t want him to suspect anything. Both of us could die.” She looked around to be sure no one was watching.

“Kai, madam no wori. Trust me. Nothing go happen walahi. Me I like am po you. You make my life better kia kia and I no go wan make you dey vex. Oya come make I give you ya medicine kawai!”

 She made a show of resistance but deep down she desired him. She always desired him. It was her weakness.  She held his hand and he led her away into his quarters, bolted the door and turned on the music of Dan Maraya Jos on the music set she had bought for him. Then he loosened her wrapper and spread her thighs, she let out soft moans of ecstasy as he used his rod to part her pink sea.