Published on August 16th, 2012 | by The Alchemist27
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Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, this is The Alchemist – TTXIII, not with a story but to show you a little something.
First, in case you didnt know, FIST 13, went up this morning. Click here to read it. Second, when you’re done reading, kindly drop by the all new AfroSays So run by the brilliant team of @xoafro and Betty where my other pet project False Lives is currently running.
Now, on to the matter for the evening.
This is not a story. It is an introduction to a series that will take off in September when 43 Fafunwa’s second run comes to a close. It is a story of youth, relationships, style, family, hustle, secrets, social networks, parties, fun, mistakes and the thrill of being young. It is written by the supremely talented Edwin (@EdgothBoy) Okolo, who assisted me with writing FIST. But make no mistake, this is beast of a different nature, and it’s fascinating.
Without further ado, I present you with a preview to…
They stopped off at the Biggs stand and got Louise’s driver a burger and coke and bought a brick of credit vouchers for Louise’s mom at the Etisalat store before heading out of the Palms through the second exit. They strolled to her car hands intertwined and hugged tightly before he helped her five foot five frame into the SUV.
She wound down her window, poked her head out and stared deeply into his green flecked hazel eyes.
“A kiss before I go, Frendie?”
3:02pm @JunieThePoet: Eyes that light up from within. Lips soft like the petals of a dewy orchid, swoon and fall. Invade me.
Sent via Plume
3:04pm @Tariebi_S: Somebody give this one D abeg. RT @JunieThePoet: Eyes that light up from within. Lips soft like the petals of a dewy orchid, swoon and fall. Invade me.
Sent via Socialscope
3:37pm @EntertainMe: 8=======D RT @Tariebi_S: Somebody give this one prick abeg. RT @JunieThePoet: Eyes that light up from within. Lips soft like the petals of a dewy orchid, swoon and fall. Invade me.
Sent via Ubersocial for Blackberry
The photographer’s voice echoed in the massive hall.
“Lean forward, tilt your head to the left, a little more, excellent!”
“OMG!!!!!!” came a shriek from the back of the hall followed by the hurried clicking of heels. Tariebi broke her pose immediately she realised it was Kikelomo. She groaned; she could always trust that one to make an entrance. Kikelomo weaved through the smattering of wires and studio lights and climbed onto the stage to give Tari a hug. She hugged and held on tight, her butt in full view of the entire photography crew. She finally detached and openly ogled the half dressed male model that Tari had been posing with.
“Tariebi, you’re like the worst friend ever!” Kike wailed. “So you had a photo shoot in Unilag, right here in Multipurpose Hall and you didn’t even tell me? Especially when you knew this hottie would be here with you?”
Tariebi hissed. “Well you’re here now and you’re interrupting. You can watch if you want, we’ll gist when I’m done.”
Tariebi could swear she heard someone mutter “Ouch! See ela!”
Kikelomo laughed nervously and began to make her way out. “No need, I have a class in like twenty minutes. Ping me when you’re done?”
Downloading Whatsapp: 99% complete.
12:32pm @FarhadRox: Plane Just landed. Lagos is so much more different than I imagined. @Mz_Waamnee Miss you already.
Sent via Echofon
“Kai! Farhad, drop your phone. Jakan su fara fito.”
Farhad sighed as the drone of the squeaky conveyor belt added to the din of sounds that filled the silence in the arrival lounge. Farhad’s mother stood away from the small crowd that was gathering beside the carousel, Nasreen his younger sister held at her hip and the slightly older twins Mauyiwa and Suleiman standing quietly, partially hidden by her floor length black hijab.
9:28am @FarhadRox @InsuredLegs Hey, been trying your number, no luck going through, just got into Unilag where are you?
Sent via Echofon.
Direct Message to FarhadRox
I’m in a class, saw your messages, can’t pick your calls. I’ll buzz you when I’m done.
9:31am @FarhadRox: @InsuredLegs Wanted to reply your DM but it seems you aren’t following. Follow back?
Sent Via Echofon
9:33am InsuredLegs: @FarhadRox -_______-
Sent Via Ubersocial for Blackberry in reply to FarhadRox
“Ohhh! I could kill this boy!”
“Your boyfriend?” Farhad asked.
“Yeah. Can you imagine, the asshole just insinuated that I was sleeping with you, just because I put you up as my DP.”
Farhad started started to say something and stopped once he noticed Kike hadn’t finished speaking.
“…honestly I’m tired of him. Actually I’m tired of all of them. That’s how the other day, Tariebi, one of our other friends humiliated me in front of a lot of Unilag people because I came to say hi at her photo shoot. Or Chibuzor and Louise that sneak around, hooking up and come to pretend in front of me that nothing’s going on because Xhiz used to have a crush on me from way back. But they’re nothing compared to the queen of snakes herself, Panlam. That one’s parents might as well be in the Stone Age but she’ll come out in skimpy skirts and high heels and thinks…”
Click! Click!! Click!!! Farhad groaned in frustration. This was the second bedroom and it was locked. He looked down at the tent in his trousers and groaned again. It had been almost five minutes and it hadn’t even subsided. That Louise girl was one hell of a minx and that her body had given him all sorts of ideas. There was only one place left to try. Farhad shuffled down the corridor and pushed into the door at the end. It opened with some effort and he flicked on the light switch.
“What The Fuck!!!”
Farhad noticed the bodies tangled by the edge of grecian style bath tub swapping saliva. Both short haired. He swore again as he recognised the one who was being straddled.
Louise opened the door and ushered him into a ridiculously large room awash with multiple shades of blue. It was like an assault on his eyes. Every single thing in the room was a shade of blue, even the four poster bed straight out of a fairytale complete with navy blue chiffon draperies. Louise parted the curtains and they sat on the bed together. He leaned in to kiss her and she hesitated for a second before kissing him back for a few minutes. He’d begun to get into a rhythm when she abruptly pulled back and shuffled off the bed. She was doing that thing where she timed her kisses on the ridiculous theory that once a kiss exceed a certain number of minutes it awakened the lust inside.
“You have got to be shitting me!”
“Panlam, I was beyond embarrassed. How this could happen to me? Like I’ve been so careful.”
“Hmmmm, careful abi?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Which day was it here that you were telling us you were a virgin and now you’re…”
“But I’m still a virgin Panlam, you’ve got to believe me.”
“Okay, I’ve heard oh. Just forget it Louise, She can’t be right. Get a second opinion, okay?”
8:44am @LePinkSwastika: Too much stay happening with these people I call my friends.
Sent via Gravity!
8:53am @EntertainMe: Is that why you hid your account? RT @LePinkSwastika: Too much stay happening with these people I call my friends.
Sent via Ubersocial for Blackberry, in reply to LePinkSwastika
8:57am @Pornjers: Ah! Too # @EntertainMe: Is that why you hid your account? RT @LePinkSwastika: Too much stay happening with these people I call my friends.
Sent via Ubersocial for Blackberry
DirectMessage to EntertainMe
I’ve followed and apologised, can you please drop the fucking topic? It’s just twitter.
DirectMessage from EntertainMe
For someone so smart, you’re so clueless sometimes, it’s like a mental disability.
Chibuzo looked up from his HTC Fire and pushed up the sleeves of his tartan dress shirt, exposing the tiny tattoo of a Buddha on the inside of his wrist. He rubbed it over a few times and smiled. It was quite the conversation starter. He looked over to the Pizza Inn stand at the slightly round fair-skinned girl in the mini sundress and a chignon atop her head conversing with the counter attendant, his eyes settling on her behind. He loved her behind, wanted his hands around it again. As if on cue, she turned with a grin and started making her way towards him, carrying a tray filled with a cold pizza, a roll of sharwama and a medium tub of ice-cream. Chibuzor frowned; the stupid girl was never going to lose any of that extra weight if she kept eating like she was pregnant.
Other patrons who were attracted by the scene Saanyol and his girlfriend were creating quickly gathered in small clumps nearby. Xhiz and Panlam quietly backed away, they hadn’t bargained for any of that. Kike fished in her bag, pulled out her phone and began to dial. Saanyol’s eyes widened and he grabbed her arm.
“You’re using that Curve again? I thought I told you get rid of it?”
Kike tugged her arm free. “Its my fucking phone! I bought it with my money.”
“Where’s the fucking Bold I got for you?”
“Oh? Saanyol, is that what you’re doing now? Throwing your gifts in my face?”
The female patrons who’d been watching the argument escalate gasped as the slap rang out in the quiet street.