Aiyé Îlé: Episode 3
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Aiyé Îlé
by
Remi Olutimayin
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(EPISODE 3)
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PATIENCE IN THE HOUSE OF LIFE
“Every road is long. It is as long as it is, or longer, or even shorter… it depends on what’s on your mind and where it is going.”
Ada never stopped her international trips after Dapo’s death. Always more things to buy, more places to see, to get…new men to gain from. 2 months after that terrible night, she took Anne along with her on her trips to Europe. It was not to buy dresses and trinkets, but to expose her to knowledge gained by experience. She took Ada to the most expensive bodies-for-hire she knew. To be more accurate, the ones she owned.
She never challenged the established institutions, rather she always set up on the fringes from places like the Streekeenburg district in the outskirts of Rue de Nord in Amsterdam, Holland. Ada took Anne to her investment within the Boriccio development in the outskirts of Bologna, Italy.
Ada had placed young girls she had ‘rescued early’ from village poverty and the inner city game. Given ‘local names’ and situated in ‘homes’, they ‘entertained’ men of a certain public standing who had been brought in through Dapo’s various friends from ‘all circles of Nigerian international influence’.
None of the girls went back home. This was part of the conditions Ada had placed for their new life that came with a higher price range and clientele.
It was those who couldn’t bear not seeing home again that were never seen anymore. In a very short time Anne learned who the smartest ones were. They would smile with Ada, bravely hiding their growing self-disgust, and openly revealing their fear of Ada. But they took to Anne.
Anne was many things they used to be and many more things they could be through her. Perhaps it was the dark in her eyes that had found a natural balance with her age, perhaps it was because she expected more from them than they did from each other. Her expectations were not an off-shoot of naiveté…and they wanted to believe that.
In return for the respect she offered them, they taught her how to make a man grow hard in anticipation with just a look (it wasn’t enough for a man to find you desirable; he had to feel desired by you). Only stupid women think it stops with the right dress.
She learned how to make men vulnerable without making herself cheap (so many want to have control a man’s attention and needs, so few want to adapt to the lie in his head).
She learned how to stomach the depravity of powerful men (they all suffer a lot of abuse on their way up and their venting falls short when directed at their sub-ordinates…sex is power to them and they need to abuse it).
She learned how to affect the dynamics of power structure she would be exposed to so she could move up without making enemies along the way (every man you know answers to someone you most likely don’t know, so when you find the other man…everyone involved understands it’s musical chairs so animosity doesn’t set in most of the time).
She learned how to take it up the ass and make love to other women without getting self-destructive, without disappearing into the darkest part of self (every woman is a consummate mother-whore, it is only those ready to accept this that know how to walk away from it when it is over).
Napolia Bragoccia was Ada’s top hen in Italy. Her real name was Agatha Ehis Rabaku. She was the mother of a son and the boss-lady of over 30 girls in their prime.
In the early hours of that morning, Ada held one the girl’s head back so a client could piss on her face. Ada kept telling her to open her mouth because that was what made the man finish quickly and pay more. That was the day Napolia gave Anne some advice that marked her coming into power with sex. They had a frank conversation which made her mind easier ground for the rest of her thoughts to flourish in her new path.
Napolia’s son Fabio was sired by an elderly Arab politician. He was 15 years old and walked with the self-confidence of a man 3 times his age.
Anne caught herself being attracted to him but Fabio was jaded to sex. It was disturbing to see how he would look at any of the girls and say that she needed an abortion. Apparently he was right most of the time…other times it was to put them in their place when they had mistaken proximity for familiarity with him.
On the day Napolia spoke to Anne, Fabio was relating his last conversation with his father to Napolia and he wasn’t concerned that Anne was present. He was intentionally oblivious to the fact that they were having breakfast. They were in his mother’s mansion, so to him, if Anne wasn’t excused by herself or his mother, whatever she heard was her personal problem.
Napolia smiled throughout his account of dinner with his father and his father’s lover, Antonio. She saw Anne was disconcerted by Fabio’s choice of words and how he referred to his father as ‘old fucker’. She cut Fabio off mid-sentence and focused on Anne.
“Anne, a real man is a beast. My son will never be accepted by his contemporaries because they deny this. My son will stand over his contemporaries, because I don’t deny this.”
Fabio lit up a joint and walked to the balcony. His walk was almost arrogant, but wiser eyes would see an old soul. Anne’s eyes followed him. He was pretty, almost beautiful, and his walk was poetry in motion. Napolia did not mind.
Anne turned back to Napolia to keep listening.
“A beast, no matter who he is or where he comes from, will always respect recognition for what he is from a woman he desires. No pretence, no lies, no placating, no bullshit. When my son’s name is mentioned, real men will know some part of the boy can recognise them, accept them without bribe or effort…that is what pushes me to do what I do.”
Fabio called out to the Giuseppe, the old gardener, screaming ‘Va facuolo’ back and forth, laughing like old friends.
Napolia’s words became sharp and old like the type of secret that separates the extremely wise from those who are ‘just smart’.
“If you do get pregnant, be sure it is from a man you cannot marry. Be sure that he desires you. Be sure the boy recognises him as a fact, not a need. The boy needs you, not his father.”
Later that day, Napolia had guests whose virility made her tired by just thinking about them. 2 french footballers who were still on the high of winning the European cup. Anne knew who they were because her kid brother supported their club. Both of them had been partying for 3 days and the cocaine fought sleep on their behalf. It put them in the mood for an orgy. Napolia knew that Ada loved dick that did not quit and was in heaven with a pair of them.
Napolia asked Ada if she was up for a wild time.
“These guys will fuck you like a best-friend. Any experiment that comes to your mind, they are up for it. I can set up 4 girls to take over if you need to catch your breath.”
The first one held her hips down as he made her sit on him while the other grabbed a handful of her hair as he fucked her mouth.
Soon it Ada who was in the driver’s seat. She paused from time to time to spit out the sperm and to motion for the other girls to join them in pairs.
It was when Ada was deep in the orgy that Napolia pulled Anne aside. Napolia’s grip caught Anne by surprise, but her instincts told her not to cry out. Napolia shut the doors behind them.
“You let the truth show in your eyes. Too much of the truth. You must stop that.”
Anne looked at the closed doors where Ada was having her body teased with probing tongues, flexing fingers and she kept the penises to herself.
Anne turned back to Napolia and saw her hate for Ada was mirrored even more intensely.
“Yes. I know you hate her. You want to kill her. Don’t hate her for the wrong reason, Anne. I like you. If Ada sees what I see, she will end you. Tell me the truth, why do you hate her?”
Anne became very uncomfortable very quickly. Napolia slapped her across the face swiftly and grabbed her arms firmly.
“No! Don’t delay by finding the right words. There are no right words, girl. Only the truth. You can say or you can’t say. No lies. You lose power that way. Now will you tell me why?”
“I think she killed my father.”
Napolia slapped her across the face again.
“What did I say? Only speak the truth. Not logic. Logic is for people who think sex is about orgasms and the making of babies. It is about power. You know this. It must become how you think. You must talk like you think. Again, why?”
Anne nodded and said, “She took something from me and she cannot return it.”
“So…take something back from her. If you can, make it something you ‘can’ return, but you won’t.”
Ada’s grunts were wet and heavy as the 2 french footballers slapped her flesh between thrusts. Anne learned the word ‘merde’ that day. She had to purge the other words from her mind…they ‘felt’ filthy.
The sound came through the walls like an opera gone wrong. One of the footballers sounded like a soprano looking for her range that had been lost in the ravages of time, desperate to get it back.
“Ada likes these sex games. She has been speaking to me about setting up one back home. She intends to corner the unrecognised market. I think it is going to be important to her. I think it is going to be her something. Think about it. Perhaps, no, I’m sure you can take it from her.”
“Napolia, why are you…helping me?”
“I have a lot to thank Ada for. I was 15 when she brought me into this life. My parents could not afford my JAMB fees, not to even mention my university tuition. I wanted to be a lawyer because they said I argue too much and my mouth wins all my battles for me.”
“Ada was a distant family friend. Her father had been good friends with my grandfather. Well, to be more candid, my grandfather served her father. When she came by, we already heard about how she had helped 3 other girls from my village get into university in the UK. I was the most excited person in the world.”
They heard one of the girls make a loud sound that was both scared and uncomfortable. Napolia noticed Anne’s alarm and shook her head to let her know to ignore it.
“Ada did not share all the details with my family. On the way to Lagos, she stopped at her ‘spiritual insurer’ who made me take an oath not to challenge Ada on anything from the tasks she set for me to how the money would be shared. I did not understand. I trusted her and did as I was told. I’d tell you about the things she made me swallow and the blood she made me drink, but looking back, he was a scam artist who she needed to cow me early. It was all for show.”
The door opened suddenly and one of the girls stumbled out. She was being brave, but her tears weren’t interested in stopping. She limped in pain. It was obvious that she had been torn and she looked at Napolia with confused eyes. Napolia shared her thoughts.
“You are very stupid. I told you not to clench. You clenched and they fucked you even harder. Go and meet Efe to clean you up. We will get the doctor for you…tomorrow. Today you will remember why it is important not to clench. Stupid girl. Don’t walk around my house like you just gave birth. Don’t stain my floor.”
Anne was taken aback, but she had come to understand Napolia over the past few days. Ada would ‘return’ the girl if she was more trouble than she was worth.
“Where was I? I had been raped by my fourth customer when I understood what was going on. I would never study law, not to even mention going to university. I would never go back home to see my parents or bury them. I would never be a ‘responsible woman’ that my family could be proud of. I was fucked and I would stay fucked, unless I did what I had to do. I got Fabio’s father as a regular by blowing the mind of his cultural attaché. An Arab lover is hard to impress and I made him hit it raw. He liked it enough to make me a co-dependent with Fabio. Luckily Fabio was an attractive baby. He gets his looks from his Sicilian father, but you would not be able to tell.”
Anne thought very hard and whispered, “The gardener?”
“No. That’s his grandfather. He thinks the old man just likes him. He is right and he is wrong. Do not tell him. You don’t seem to be a waste of confidence and I’d hate it if you prove me wrong. But this is where Ada has brought me to.
“I’d have been a struggling lawyer with a family to love, if not for her. I love my son, Fabio, but this thing we have, it is not a family. There are things he will grow up without. It is what it is. I owe her. Help me pay my debt any way that you can.”
This conversation happened less than a year before Ada started Aiye-Ile. Anne never asked how Ada got the clients, but she did everything she remembered and became her star. She remembered to clench from the front and never from the back. This was how she identified the players in the circle and began to to shape it as her instrument of revenge.
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To be continued…
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Intresting!!!
um…
Intense!
I'm getting more and more confused
Very intense
Its interesting but difficult to follow. The idea of the story is a bestseller quality. I wish it was written better :(
I like where this is headed.
“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”― OscarWilde.
Nice story Reptile………. PS, the logic to understanding the story is to start from Episode 1 everytime. IMO
Mehn this is some deep shit
“A beast, no matter who he is or where he comes from, will always respect recognition for what he is from a woman he desires.”
Interesting lesson.
You got me confused just before the orgy but,I cleared it up.
I'm just gonna wait till the whole series is over and then read it as a book before I comment.
Did i just comment? seriously, there are depraved people in the world. What scares me the most is that these people are the ones we see and smile at everyday, at school, church, work, court, wherever!
Okpemu!
Hi everyone. Sorry that my replies will come off as they do…but know that I appreciate all comments. They drive me to write better.
@Admirablehrt I appreciate the comment. Simply put.
@ toborex…I empathise. Human behavior does that to all of us.
@drpeperempe Intense, to me, is a very kind word and I am so happy you used it.
@ladetawak…um, I humbly assume that you’ve lived well. Your reaction? May it always be for things you hear or read and never experience…can I get an amen?
@ebk01…you are far too kind. Should I be worried? Lol! Thanks.
@jimioko…perhaps it could have been written better. The subjective lends the objective somewhere to start, I believe. Thank you and I will look deeper into that.
@Marilyn…I think I like the way your mind works. No, I know I like it.
@s_Hotzs…I genuflect deeply to your generous observation.
@Retrochic…I tried being shallow once and suicide knocked on my door. Thank you for the comment.
@Mona…orgies tend to do that, atink. *polishing halo*
@Reeza…it is the quiet ones you should fear the most. God doesn’t need to pretend…it is we who feel we must.
As you can tell, it ain’t over. I’m still looking for the right fat lady to sing the right tune.
So far I’ve been hearing highlife tunes sung by lekpa side-chicks…no one should take music like that too seriously. It does not help your place in the world…atink
Yaaaay…been waiting for this post and I was definately not disappointed…. :D
Merde…well these are aspects of life that are usually unacknowledged…the aftermaths of rape vary…