Episode:8
Ndubisi had been entangled in a web of deceit and manipulation, caught between the desires of his landlady, Mama Stanwell, and the married woman, Mama Pilot.
He had given in to their advances, feeling trapped and obligated. However, as time passed, Ndubisi began to feel suffocated by the situation. He longed for a genuine connection, a relationship built on mutual respect and trust.
It was then that he met Amaka, a young woman who brought a breath of fresh air into his life. Her innocence and kindness were a balm to his weary soul. Ndubisi found himself drawn to her, and before long, they started a romantic relationship.
But their budding love was not without its challenges. Mama Stanwell, who had grown accustomed to Ndubisi’s attention, was not pleased with the new development. She had always considered Ndubisi her property, and the thought of him being with someone else was unbearable.
One day, Mama Stanwell spotted Amaka leaving Ndubisi’s apartment. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the young woman walk away. She felt a surge of anger and possessiveness, her mind racing with thoughts of how to reclaim Ndubisi’s attention.
As soon as Amaka was out of sight, Mama Stanwell confronted Ndubisi. “Who is that girl?” she demanded, her voice low and menacing.
Ndubisi tried to brush off her question, but Mama Stanwell would not be deterred. “I don’t pay you to have friends over, Ndubisi,” she said, her tone dripping with malice. “I pay you to take care of my needs. And I always get what I want.”
Ndubisi felt a sense of unease wash over him. He knew that he had to tread carefully, lest he incur Mama Stanwell’s wrath. But he was determined to protect his relationship with Amaka, no matter the cost.
“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, Mama Stanwell,” he said, trying to keep his tone neutral. “But I assure you, my relationship with Amaka is none of your concern.”
Mama Stanwell’s face darkened, and for a moment, Ndubisi thought he saw a flash of anger in her eyes. But then, her expression smoothed out, and she smiled sweetly.
“We’ll see about that, Ndubisi,” she said, her voice dripping with honey. “You’d do well to remember that I always get what I want. And what I want is you.”
As Ndubisi navigated his complicated relationships with Mama Stanwell and Mama Pilot, he was unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.
Mama Pilot, tired of being blackmailed by Oga Emma, had reached her breaking point. She had been sleeping with Oga Emma, who had been using their illicit affair to manipulate and control her.
Determined to take back control, Mama Pilot sought out a native doctor, desperate for a solution. The native doctor listened intently as Mama Pilot recounted her tale of woe, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination.
The native doctor nodded sympathetically, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. “I can help you,” he said, his voice low and mysterious. “But you must be warned, the consequences of this charm will be severe.”
Mama Pilot nodded, her jaw set in a firm line. “I’m willing to take that risk,” she said, her voice steady.
The native doctor handed her a small pouch containing a strange, pungent-smelling charm. “The next time Oga Emma tries to sleep with you, rub this charm on your palm first,” he instructed. “Then, as he prepares to make love to you, rub the charm on his p***s. He will not suspect a thing, but the charm will work its magic.”
Mama Pilot’s eyes widened as she listened, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knew that she was taking a terrible risk, but she was desperate to be free from Oga Emma’s grasp.
As she left the native doctor’s hut, Mama Pilot felt a sense of determination wash over her. She was ready to take back control of her life, no matter the cost.
Mama Pilot’s phone buzzed, the familiar number flashing on the screen. Oga Emma’s voice was low and husky as he spoke, his words dripping with desire. “Hello mama pi pi I’d like to see now in my room now please don’t keep me waiting,” he whispered, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
Mama Pilot’s heart sank, her mind racing with the familiar sense of dread. She knew what was expected of her, knew that she had no choice but to comply. The memory of Oga Emma’s blackmail still lingered, the threat of exposure to her husband hanging over her like a sword of Damocles.
She made her way to Oga Emma’s apartment, her senses on high alert as she snuck into his compound. The air was thick with tension as she entered his room, Oga Emma’s eyes gleaming with anticipation.
As they began to make love, Mama Pilot’s mind wandered back to the charm the native doctor had given her. She had been waiting for the perfect moment to use it, and now seemed like the ideal time.
Oga Emma’s hands were rough as he pulled her close, his lips crushing against hers. Mama Pilot felt a surge of revulsion, but she knew she had to see this through. She waited until Oga Emma’s passion was at its peak, then subtly reached for the charm.
As they moved together, Mama Pilot rubbed the charm on Oga Emma’s p***s, the poison working its way through his system. Oga Emma didn’t flinch, didn’t even notice, but Mama Pilot knew that she had set something in motion.
The room was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two lovers. But Mama Pilot’s mind was racing, her thoughts consumed by the events that were about to unfold. She knew that she had taken a risk, knew that the outcome could be deadly. But she was desperate to break free from Oga Emma’s grasp, desperate to reclaim her life.
As Ndubisi’s relationship with Amaka blossomed, Mama Stanwell grew increasingly possessive. She had always considered Ndubisi her property, and the thought of him being with someone else was unbearable.
One day, Amaka came to visit Ndubisi at the compound, but Mama Stanwell refused to let her in. “You can’t just let anyone into my compound,” she said, her voice dripping with malice.
Ndubisi was furious. “What’s the problem, Mama Stanwell?” he demanded. “Can’t I even have a visitor?”
Mama Stanwell’s expression turned cold. “You know the rules, Ndubisi. No visitors without my permission.”
Ndubisi’s anger boiled over. “I’ve had enough of this,” he said, his voice rising. “I think it’s high time I have a second thought about my stay in this compound.”
After Mama had left Mama Stanwell tried to apologize to Ndu on hearing that he might want to consider leaving the compound because of her behaviour which is stir by jealousy, “Ndubisi, please don’t go,” she begged. “I’ll do anything to make it right. You don’t have to pay rent for the next year, and I’ll give you anything you want. Just please, don’t leave” seeing that Ndu was dead serious.
Ndubisi was taken aback by Mama Stanwell’s desperation. He realized that she was willing to do anything to keep him in the compound, to keep him as her own personal s*x toy.
But Ndubisi let the thought of leaving the compound slide. But little did he know, Mama Stanwell’s obsession with him was far from over. She would stop at nothing to get him back, to make him hers once again. The battle for Ndubisi’s heart was far from over.
It had been weeks since Oga Emma’s sudden disappearance from the compound. Rumors had been circulating about his ill health, but no one knew the true extent of his condition. Mama Pilot had been quiet, her usual flamboyant self subdued by the weight of her secrets.
But the truth was finally beginning to surface. Oga Emma’s relatives had come from the village, their faces etched with worry and concern. They had taken him away, back to the village, where he could receive the care and attention he so desperately needed.
As the news of Oga Emma’s condition spread, the compound was abuzz with speculation. Some said he had been cursed, others that he had been bewitched. But Mama Pilot knew the truth. She knew that the charm she had used on Oga Emma.
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To be continued…
