THE CHRONICLES X: Nadia's Nemesis

The slight chill of the late evening bit into Nadia’s soft silky skin and she found herself clasping her feet together, burrowing deeper into the sheets and hugging tightly onto her pillows like it was a matter of life and death. 

The room was silent. The others had left. They had gone to enjoy the moment. She felt robbed.
She had always been the queen of such moments. She was the one who usually held the aces; the one who exuded the charm that ruled those moments; the one who called the shots, who settled the fights, who represented royalty among the dregs of the campus; the one who made the sons of adam engage their bladders in a wet fest as their lusts raged out of control.

She was the gifted numero uno of desire; the unbroken focus of the wanton naira-flashing ‘aristos’ on Campus.

And here she was, in bed, heavily troubled by a perceived looming disaster disguised in the intimidating robes of academia, while at the same time heavily troubled by thundering abdominal booms; the result of her passionate and secret romance last night with a plate of beans. Here she was, robbed of the precious moment of stealing the show for that night.

She raised her head and glanced out through her bedside window. The evening sky spread out in a hue of orange and grey as the sun broadcast its final view across the campus landscape.
The evening smelled of opportunities; dark ones that offered crisp and freshly minted currency which would be doled out after moments of intense orgies and alcohol. 
The evening smelled of opportunities, but she was getting none of it because she had been robbed of it… 

By a Lecturer.

He had refused it. 
And she just couldn’t fathom why. 

What every other lecturer relished, this stubborn professor refused. She needed to pass badly. Her GPA had suffered due to her negligence and she never bothered about it. It could always be mended whenever she wanted like she had done since her 1st and 2nd year on campus. All it took was a night out with the lecturers in question. She had made sure she chose courses that had male lecturers and avoided the ones that were spear headed by females. 

She was now in her third year, the GPA was crumbling and her ‘efforts’ to revive it had met a brick wall. This was heavy unit course; compulsory and undebateable. And this lecturer had refused.

She jumped out of the bed. The anger that had manifested after that experience reared its ugly head from the depths of her subconscious and stormed her entire body in a trembling fit. She felt her flesh tightening as blood rushed through her veins in response to the fury building within her. Her breathing quickened, her heavily endowed chest moving to the rhythm of her mounting rage. 
She walked to the full length mirror that had been nailed to the wall and stood defiantly before it. She pulled off the gown she was wearing, exposing her complete nakedness before the full glare of the mirror.
Her eyes traveled round her reflected figure, taking in all the details that had made her the envy of fellow females and the desire of every ‘dog’ in male skin. The curves, the smoothness, the protrudrances and the sultry bounces…they were all there. How come this particular ‘dog’ didn’t answer to the call of her rich endowments?

Her stomach rumbled again. It was the call of beans; her edible passion. She loved it and always found solace and ultimate pleasure in the legume that many, including herself, denied ever liking. She never ate it in the open, only in the comforting confines of her room. Her passion for beans was her curse, her secret.

A knock on the door. The least wanted of all things – a blasted knock on the door at a time when she was totally submerged in the gentle waters of sensual meditation.

‘Come in’, she said, not taking her eyes off the mirror, not even bothering to cover her ever-desirable birthday suit. 

The door opened and a well dressed young man walked in. He stopped in his tracks; frozen, shocked, dazed and confused...

To be continued...

© Lolu Kush (Afronuts) - Story
© Kimson Masters - Illustrations

23 Screamer(s):

Rita said...

Hmmmm....Let me read again oh...this is tooooo interesting...

aloted said...

ehn hen...pls come and finish this story o...

meanwhile good to hear there are still a few good men out there...

Anonymous said...

You go do quick come finish the tori ohh...Who be d boy, wetin on and so forth...

Hope madam dey kamkpe.

Anonymous said...

Meanwillie na me Archiwiz wey leave d previous comment. Blogger no wan accept my registration so there you have it.

Vera Ezimora said...

Ah...wahala dey oh. Wetin she go do na? This one dat Professor don refuse all her rich endowments? Kai.

Jaycee said...

There's an awesome grp of short-story writers on blogsville. Cool, dude! :)

Elle Woods said...

interesting story.

AlooFar said...

Hahahahaaaaaaaa, mo gbe! This is interesting.

RE: u think I'm sex-starved! Then u'd better figure out how to help me?

Wetin be magana?

Niiiice. I see you, abeg come and continue this tori jo.

Red Sapphire said... dare u leave us like this..come and finish this story jaw literally dropped when i read tthe story..ok pls no shakara again come and finish it.
Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a comment,...very kind of u.

doll said...

Nicely written.

Standtall said...

Is this the same Nadia that Sayyid fell in love with in LOST? Lol.

I wish for this story to conclude happily. Against all odds kinda ending

Standtall said...

I mean Naida learning her lessons and making amends (***winks***)

Funms said...

i like ur writing... will def. be back

badderchic said...


you need to update this and FAST!

LG said...

afro ' afro' abeg come finish the story o'
lurved it including the pics :)

*egbon, hope u r doing well

Afronuts said...

@ Rita..finished reading yet? Lol
@aloted…yeah. There are a lot of them around.
@archiwiz…have u been doing some yahoo yahoo lately that the net seized ur identity? Lol
@Vera…u and ur cartoon mind!
@Jaycee…thanks 4 the categorization. I appreciate!
@aloofar…bros wetin dey alarm you? As per that issue, I no sabi pimp so I no fit help.
@mgbeke…will do ma.
@doll…nicely appreciated
@standtall…No. She’s not. Stay tuned to find out how it ends.
@Funms…thanks sista. I’m encouraged.
@Badderchic…don’t worry, I will..FAST
@LG….ok ok ok…stop wetting ur pants. Will do so. I dey kampe oh aburo!

Please tell me the well dressed young man was so shocked to see her naked that he did the sensible thing and made a hasty exit stating to Nadia that he would come back when she was fully dressed??? (yeah in my!!! He probably hastily took off his clothes and tried to get his freak on. Now if it had been a woman walking in on a naked man........)
Interesting story will be stalking you for part 2

Afronuts said...

@Miss D-Maybe...oops! I just posted Part 2!

Buttercup said...

just markin my to read now

Buttercup said...

oh wow..that was so good..

i wonder who the young man is..

*runs to read part 2*

Naapali said...

I have only just read the beginning paragraph and already want to know more about Nadia. Nice opener

Off to read the rest.

Naapali said...

Nice break, written like a true Naija story teller, now we must come for part II