43 Fafunwa Episode 10: Their Other Side.
So yeah… we realized we didn’t give you all a recap of what went down on 43 Fafunwa last year before shoving this year down your throats. Have mercy. We shall remedy that now…
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Previously on 43 Fafunwa…
Yeah. Where to start… Okay Madam Wangerr thought her young daughter Doshima was getting a taste of le Sugar Stick from ‘someone’… Ibiyemi (newly engaged to Ifeanyi) was getting a steady dose off Eddy – Ifiok’s brother. Ifiok, by the way, don dey fuck. Ignore the rhyme – We are trying to pass some info here. Also, someone stole some money from Laide but we aren’t quite sure who… Kevwe fled the scene when ze PoPo showed up, leading us to believe he’s a shady fellow.
Hmmm what else?
Laide knows about Ibiyemi’s indiscretions but as at the last episode, it might seem she also likes Eddy’s Calabar flavor. And then, the Alabis’ youngest son suffered a disastrous illness. He was lying down motionless while his Momsy wailed as Momsies do when their children are on the brink.
We never quite finished that particular gist did we? Maybe later sha…
Hope y’all also remember that Ifeanyi found a ring in the room that was not his? Okay then, we’re all set.
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“I’ve seen this ring before…” The look on Ifeanyi’s face was pure and undiluted murder. “Who owns it?!”
Earlier in the day…
Edidiong sat in his room feeling rather bored. He’d arrived home from his daily job hunt only to find that Ifiok was around and brooding as usual. Clearly all the love in the world couldn’t change his annoying elder brother.
But Eddy had other worries – he needed to be with a woman. His body was beginning to itch randomly because of the lack of action recently. Ibiyemi would have been hosted today, and wonderfully so, were it not for the presence of his annoying brother.
But help was on the way.
His phone rang. Ibiyemi. He answered the call.
“I saw you as you were entering. How far na?” She said,
“I dey o. Shit dey for yansh…” This was their secret code phrase for “Ifiok is around. Show up and get shot!”
But Ibiyemi had a plan B: “Come to my room na. I’m the only one at home.”
Eddy would be a fool to pass up this chance at free “couscous”. Maybe earlier. But today, his resolve was severely weakened. His body spasmed with another inexplicable itch and he reached behind his back to scratch. He glanced sideways at Ifiok who was making the most of the unexpected power to do some ironing.
“2 seconds,” Eddy spoke into the phone and ended the call. He’d evaded her for long enough. Maybe he should just ‘tidy’ her and scratch his itch.
1.5 seconds later…
They were kissing furiously. For some reason, Ibiyemi was more aggressive than normal, Eddy thought. Ifeanyi must really be carrying wet cabbage between his thighs. Eddy began to carry out his practiced moves. The ones that always got the ladies – Ibiyemi inclusive – going. He squeezed the area just below her right breast in a tender, kneading movement. It was a mini-tease. His other hand roamed her back tracing imaginary patterns that made her kiss him even deeper.
Then Eddy realized there was a problem. A major problem…
He wasn’t into it.
He broke the kiss and smiled wryly, “Ibiyem,” he started. Somehow, he never felt like pronouncing the last ‘i’ sound on her name. “Maybe we shouldn’t do it today…”
“What?!” The spark in her eyes was suddenly a raging inferno. She grabbed his crotch defiantly. Daring him to not be aroused. Eddy inhaled sharply and groaned. It seemed she could work the magic after all. He was kissing her again when a sound filtered through to his ear. It was barely audible since it was coming from Room one, but Eddy just about made out Laide’s voice singing some nameless Christian chorus.
She was back.
He pulled away with more assertiveness. “No.” And she became even wilder. She grabbed his hands and pressed them against her ample bosom, willing him to squeeze. “What is doing you?” She breathed.
“Nothing,” he replied as he made to break away. She made to pull him down to the mattress on the floor. He was halfway down when he stopped and pulled himself up. Her hands were everywhere: tugging, pulling, caressing.
“Ibiyem, I’m just tired today… No vex,” and he gathered himself and practically ran from the room. Ibiyemi groaned in frustration. Eddy hadn’t made love to her since Ifeanyi travelled and she was going mad with ‘konji’. Ifeanyi was due back this afternoon or evening and this was her last chance to have some good sex before it got decidedly harder to.
Five minutes later and Eddy was knocking on the door of Room One quietly…
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Beneath the loud praise and worship music blaring out of the speakers, a blushing Laide asked Eddy who was lying beside her in bed as she traced out his fingers with hers:
“Where is that your ring that I like?”
“Ah…” He looked at his right hand. The thick silver band he normally stuck his pinkie through was absent. He blinked hard as he figured out that it must have fallen off while Ibiyemi was trying to tear him in two.
“I’ll find it,” he replied. “It’s probably somewhere in my room.” he lied.
Eddy felt sated. But he couldn’t believe he was lying down on a woman’s bed and not only was he NOT having sex, he wasn’t really thinking of it.
After that night when he’d groped her outside, she’d calmly invited him into her room the next day and delivered a sternly-worded sermon to him. Her preaching fell on deaf ears though and Eddy still remained resolute on his stance to snap up and wrap up all available couscous.
But somehow, the vulnerability in Laide’s stare had gotten to him. At first, he went to her room under the pretext of wanting her to rehash the previously delivered sermon. He told her that maybe if she tried harder, she’d convince him. But she’d barely gotten two words out when he began asking questions. At first they were basic and easy but soon they became more personal. And she was willing to talk. In fact, she had quite a lot to say.
He still looked at her heaving breasts surreptitiously from time to time but then he woke up one day and found that he hadn’t ‘sampled’ in 7 days. This was a record of some sort. It had never happened since he turned sixteen.
He heard a bit of noise coming from outside. It seemed Ifeanyi was back. Eddy exhaled. If he’d chosen to stay with Ibiyemi, he’d likely still be in there now…
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Ifeanyi had finally managed to narrate his ordeal to Ibiyemi as he was undressing. He was at least pleased to have met power at home. The cool air from the fan above him felt magical and all he wanted to do was use that magic to sleep off. Ifeanyi almost flew onto the bed when he was done undressing and Ibiyemi couldn’t help but laugh at him. He felt something hard against his side and he moved to retrieve what he thought was probably a piece of jewelry Ibiyemi had laying around. He finally brought the item to view and it was a ring. Clearly masculine.
And not his.
“I’ve seen this ring before…” The look on Ifeanyi’s face was pure and undiluted murder. “Who owns it?!”
“Errm… it’s for… I don’t know…” Ibiyemi was caught completely off guard. If he wasn’t suspicious before, he was now.
“So, when I left you started to fuck the whole Fafunwa abi?” His Igbo accent would have made it a hilarious sentence to hear but no one in the room was laughing. He reached out and grabbed her by the throat.
“Who owns it? Tell me now or I’ll deal with you!” Ibiyemi had never seen this side to Ifeanyi. He looked wild and suddenly unattractive. And the tone his voice took made her blood curdle. He wasn’t screaming at the top of his lungs but there was a growl to it that she had never heard before.
“I’ve been suspecting you but now you’ve chosen to expose yourself! Who owns this ring? A ma egbu gi ta!” She didn’t speak enough Igbo to understand that she’d just received a death threat. But she was scared for her life alright. She began to blurt out an explanation:
“It’s for my friend. Jumoke. She… her… boy…” Ifeanyi’s eyes brightened with realization and his smile sent fresh shivers down her spine. He turned his face upwards as he loosened his grip on her throat.
“I know who owns this ring. He is in this yard…” Ibiyemi’s face went from scared to ashen. Ifeanyi kept his smile while he planted his gaze on Ibiyemi’s face.
“Say ya last prayer for ya boyfriend. I don’t share women.”
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#43F is written by @thetoolsman and @cikk0. You can read previous episodes here. Please share your comments below. Cheers.
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A ma egbu gi ta!
Ghen!!! Ghen!!!
Today's post was short O!!! I guess cos of the intro.
Felt like a quickie. Was over before i even started.
But typical 43 Fafunwa, drama packed.
i tink am first sha.. yayyyyy!!! 'dancing alanta.. nau going back to read post
i cm second thoo.. dts nt bad tho…(((((( shet!!!! see fack up o… gbege has burst!! somebody is gonna die!! oluwa o!! cant wait for episode 11 sha
Eddy is goin to die in d next epidode! Ifeanyi Vs Eddy
"I dont share women"!!!buhahahaha! that definitely got me!
Oh Men!!!! I'm tired of all the damn cliffhangers !! Shit, I say!!
By the way, i came firsttttttttttttt. Yaaaayyyyyyy!!!! I hope there is an incentive for coming first. :D. Been wondering why everybody keeps clamouring for it.
Waiting…
Ghen Ghen! Wahala ma ti shele!! Lmao
LOOOOL
LOL. I totally love this series. Can't wait for the next episode.
' shit dey for yansh'…..Rotflmao
I so love this episode :)
"Say ya last prayer for ya boyfriend. I don’t share women"
Yeepa!ifeanyi haff vex o!
At least, he would have knacked akpako before dying. :(
Last! Won't be surprised if Ifeanyi doesn't mention Eddy as d owner of the ring. Waiting for the next post *wink*
ewooooooooooooooooo. it don happen. eddy don die. =))
Mehn, it surely sucks to be Eddy right now! *sips maltina*
Yeakpa! It has happen ooo!