EXCERPT: Caught Pants Down. When you realize many people are involved. (unedited draft)

 Written by 

Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

The walls were painted with several layers of attractive colors and the floor lined with beautiful tiles to match. The wooden furniture were perfect for the office. There was a split air conditioner unit on the wall, TV set and next to them was Jim’s portrait. Chairs and table were in a corner. His computer sat comfortably on one side of the table. The window blinds were neat. The curtains slightly drawn and the atmosphere smelled nicely. Jim Paterson has good taste. It was easy to see the world that the man belongs. He must be eternally grateful for what life has given him. He was neither rich nor poor. But of course, he was in the middle of both extremes.

Jim Paterson went round the large table that was the size of an Olympic stadium and sank into his favorite seat. He glanced up at the woman who had followed him into the office. It was easy to tell from her look that she was impressed. “Please, sit down. What can I offer you?” Jim took his remote on the table, he faced the TV set on the wall and put it on.

The lady’s eyes travelled round the office and then back to Jim before she quietly sat down on the empty seat in front of him. She slammed her bag on the table. She adjusted her beautiful frame as he fixed his gaze on her. “Actually,” she began. “I don’t think I need any drink now but if you can give me the money, I will appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Jim said. He brought out his wallet. He took out some cash and gave them to the lady.

“Thank you,” she said almost a million times. She stretched out her hand and took the money from him. She grabbed her bag and placed the money inside. She lowered the bag and placed it on the floor beside her.

Her move seemed a bit awkward. Jim swallowed hard and asked, “Do you have a name? I am impressed the way you greet me. Sadly, I have never bothered to ask your name.”

“You are right. My name is Elizabeth.”

“That sounds nice. I am Jim Paterson. Can we be friends?”

“Yes, we are already friends,” she smiled. She rubbed her hands gleefully together.

“Thank you!” he sat up. “Can you tell me more about yourself?”

“Of course, I can. But I will start with you first.”

Jim laughed. “I don’t understand. Why do you want to start with me?”

“Isn’t it a good idea?”

“I don’t know.”

“I want to tell you how I knew you,” she said.

“Me? I thought the greetings were just one of those things. There was no strings attached.”

“I know you will be surprised if I say this. But it is true. I have someone who knows you. He told me so much about you,” she revealed.

Jim sat up curiously and crossed his hands over his body. “What did the fellow tell you about me?”

“Calm down. They were kind words. If what he said about you were not pleasant, I won’t be here.”

“Oh! Who is this person?”

“Frank!” she disclosed.

“Frank?”

“Yes! He’s my uncle!” she smiled and their eyes met.

Jim sank into his seat and sighed. “Frank promised to see me today but I’m not sure he will make it again.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “It is getting late. He’s the one I was waiting for.”

“I doubt he will come here this evening because he told me he will be travelling tonight. He should be out of town now.”

“I am aware of the trip. We planned to meet briefly this evening before he leaves.”

“I won’t be surprised if he finally show up.”

“So you and Frank live under the same roof and I never knew?”

“That’s because you hardly visit him. The only time you came to the house, I was not around. When I came back from work, Frank told me you came. He is all over the moon with you. That man can’t stop talking about you. I must confess, he truly loves you!”

“Yes, I know he loves me,” Jim giggled. “The only time I came to him, we spent nearly the whole day together in that house. He told me he lives with a relation. I never knew it was you.”

“That is life,” she smiled.

There was silence momentarily as Jim was distracted by the good music on the TV.

Elizabeth glanced at her wrist watch. “I have been on the road all day,” she slowly said.

Jim gently turned to her. “It is written all over you,” he remarked. “You look tired. I guess you have to go home now.”

“Yes, I have to go but I wish I could spend more time with you. Now I know why my uncle is always here. You are fun to be with.”

“Thank you. If I invite you some other time, will you honor it?”

“No doubt. If I am free, I will come.”

“Okay,” Jim said. He grabbed a pen and paper from the table and passed them to her. “Please, leave your contact. I will get in touch with you.”

“No problem.”

As she took the pen and paper and put down her contact, Jim rose to his feet. He went to his new friend. He stood beside her. “You are here for the first time but it looks as if we have been friends for ages.”

Elizabeth smiled. She glanced up at him. “That is true,” she nodded.

“I hope you will give me a hug before you leave,” he said politely. “That’s what good friends do.”

“Yes.”

The look on his face was expressive. Jim was already dreaming of something. Whether it was going to prevail or not was down to the perception of the lady.

Elizabeth thought it was not a bad idea to embrace her new friend. Gently, she dropped the pen on the paper. She adjusted her dress and rose to her feet. Jim threw his hands open and she crawled onto his arm. Jim felt the weight of her boobs and hope things stayed that way into the foreseeable future.

Her large boobs filled the room and the walls fell on Jim. As she hugged him almost a million times, Jim felt her nipples. The pebbles were hard and sensitive. You can’t stumble on the pebble and not feel some discomfort between your legs.  

Jim could not believe that she was so endowed. He may never had known that beneath the purple shirt were large saggy tits begging for attention if he had not taken the long, hard road to request for a hug. Just like the handshake that exceeds the elbow and then cause all sorts of discomfort, his left hand travelled slowly up the river and finally arrived at the fountain. They were tempting. Whether it was deliberate to find out what stuff she was made of or how much strength she could wield at the slightest provocation, she was caught. Jim found her out. She began to breathe fast, panting like a terrified lizard. Jim thought it was an invitation to get everything under wraps. He took one of the large fountains in his hand. It was graceful and erotic. The weight of it nearly choked him. She had soaked enough of the pressure and could no longer hold herself together. The savory, the beauty and the strength kept Jim on the path to great things.

Mere getting his fingers on the boobs were simply not enough to achieve something remarkable. It was like scratching the surface of a goldmine. You may never get enough of the treasure underneath the earth until you work your way in. Jim had to dig deep because she was there for the taking. He raised her shirt. He had the luxury of seeing the shapes. Slightly tanned fruits dangled before the large balls that sat in the socket of his skull. They were massive, saggy tits. His fingers reached for the nipple. He squeezed and pulled it gently. Jim beamed with smile as if he had won a trophy!

“Oh, take is easy,” she moaned quietly. “I like it when you go slowly.”

“Okay,” Jim spoke and switched to the other nipple. There was a need to spread the pleasure to all corners of the earth. He applied a little pressure and her body vibrated. Jim leaned forward. He took the nipple in the mouth and wrapped his long and wet tongue around it. He began to twist and touch her body gently, cleverly and extensively.

The man seemed to have struck the right note as the lady shuddered. “Oh, god,” she cried. “You are so sweet! I have been missing a real man all my life!” Elizabeth wrapped her hands around Jim. As Jim worked on her, she moved her hand down his body. Jim was hard in his pants when her finger finally touched his dick. The gift was carefully wrapped in the bag and would need unveiling. She squeezed him gently. “You have something between your legs,” she remarked. “Your dick is big.”

“Hmm…I know,” Jim smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Wait,” she said. “I need to get the gift out of the bag!”

Jim paused to see what she was going to do.

She unzipped his trousers and took out his penis. “Oh, I said it! You are a man!” Elizabeth shook her head.

You can get the feeling of being told that you have potentials between your legs. It’s enough to drive a man crazy!

She went down slowly on her knees as Jim fixed his gaze on her. “I have never seen something bigger,” she glanced up and revealed.

“Are you sure?” Jim asked, quietly.

“Yes,” she cocked her head slowly.

Jim smiled as Elizabeth took his dick in her hand. It was growing bigger and harder as she stroke it mildly. Then she took it in her mouth. Jim’s cock filled her as she began to suck and pull his body back and forth.

“Ah,” Jim groaned. He shut his eyes and faced the ceiling. He placed his hands on her head and stroked her gently. Jim enjoyed the touch. It was graceful and the atmosphere was electrifying. Jim began to moan aloud as Elizabeth dominated and kept him under control. She went for his balls and licked it as if it was lollipop. Jim could not believe that the lady he thought was innocent was wild and free. “I never thought this was possible today,” he managed to croak. “You are killing me!”

“I love your dick,” she said. “It’s the kind of stuff I want inside my pussy.” As she worked on him, Jim tried to get his hand on her boobs but she held him. She raised her head, “No. Don’t worry about my boobs. Concentrate so that you can enjoy me.”

“Okay,” Jim cocked his head. He leaned on his table and watched her worked on his massive dick. She already had Jim where she wanted—under her control, shuddering at her feet. As his body vibrated vehemently, Jim felt he was going to erupt if she does not end the blowjob. “Please, stop before I mess you up,” he cried, panting.

“Hmm…I will,” she replied. She pinned him to the table and increase the intensity. The salty fluid were at the corridor, waiting to be unleashed. The salty creatures jostled to leave the station and embark on the journey of no return. They left Jim vibrating and saying all sorts of things that one could hardly hear. She leaned in to run her tongue across his cock, seeking the delicious, salty stuff that will be discharged from the tiny mouth. It was well orchestrated. Together, they make the journey memorable. His dick cried out to be touched and handled in an extraordinary way. She stroked him hard with each of her hand, feeling that something important was about to happen.

From the tiny mouth on the dick, a fountain of liquid, crystal clear like the river, but thicker than water—shot forth. When Jim started coming, a large drop of the cream sprayed into her mouth.

She jerked back. Her mouth opened and the thick white cum drooled out and ran slowly down her chin. Her gaze was on the tiny mouth on the massive dick between Jim’s legs which continued to spout portion of white liquid. The taste of Jim’s cum was wonderful.

Jim was exhausted but the lady carefully swallowed the liquid and licked her fingers. “You taste so nice,” she told him. Like a cat with nine lives, she looked as if she had only started. She was ready to drain every fluid out of him if given the chance. “I wanted you to fuck me,” she told Jim. “I need to be sure of what I am getting into. I don’t want to have a sick cock inside of me. But the time is far spent. We will do it some other time.”

“Sure,” Jim nodded his head as his penis progressively shriveled. “It is will be memorable.”

“Do you have a shower here?” she asked with an eye on his cock. Not sure whether her decision not to allow Jim drill her pussy today was the best.

“Yes,” Jim answered. He brought out his handkerchief and steadily cleaned his dick.  

“I need to use it,” she said.

He pointed to the door at the extreme. “Go there and get yourself cleaned up.”

As she rose to her feet and gathered her things, they heard a knock on the door. “Jim,” the voice sounded from the other side.

“That is Frank,” Jim whispered to her. “Go! Go to the shower quickly. And lock the door from the inside!”

Elizabeth managed to get into the bathroom and secured the door but Jim was unfortunate. His trousers still hung loosely to his waist when Frank opened the door and entered the office. He had his luggage with him, which weighed a ton.

Bad Santa by Kiru Taye

 Although Gina Badu is a good girl all-year-round, she knows her Christmas wish will never come true. Not with a recent divorce, late parents and a sister who courts trouble.

 

Then Santa abducts her in the middle of the night. Except this Santa is terrible—a silver fox of a tattooed fallen angel.

 

Osagie Peters is a ruthless, cartel boss whose dark soul threatens to consume her. He scares her as much as he fascinates her. It seems he’s got her on the naughty list. Still, there’s a chance she might have a Merry Christmas after all.

 

Osagie: Bad Santa is an Enders series romantic suspense novella and is the prequel to Osagie: King of Clubs. Osagie was first introduced in Xandra: Killer of Kings, Enders series book 2.

 

Content warning: kidnapping.

 

 BUY

 

 

 One More Night by Rosemary Okafor

A night with Grace’s ex husband reignites old feelings she thought long buried and provides a second chance for her dead marriage. With a world of uncertainty between them, they must determine if the reasons that tore them apart in the first place will do so again. Imelda has known one kind of love—hard, stressful and abusive. Then she crosses paths with Kolawole, a far cry from her usual taste in men. With an old debt to pay, forced loyalty and blackmail, can she walk away from an old relationship that threatens to tear her apart? Chinyeaka’s life has not been easy. But she’s determined to get the future she deserves by any means necessary.

 

One More Night weaves the stories of these women as they search for love, second chances, forgiveness and self rediscovery. 

BUY

 

 

Original Sin. You can’t say anything meaningful about love unless you put your personality to the test.

 From the unpublished work, Love Birds

 by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

He slammed shut the door. I followed him into the sitting room where he sank into his favorite seat. “Please sit down and make yourself comfortable,” he pointed at the sofa. I placed my bag on the sofa and slowly settled down. My eyes travelled round the sitting room. His portrait on the wall, the chairs, light bulbs on the ceiling, the tiles on the floor, fans and shelf were neatly arranged. The atmosphere was refreshing. No foul smell, the house was organized. I was attracted to the books carefully arranged on the shelf. I got up and moved over to the shelf. I picked one of the books and turned the pages slowly. The book had a decent cover and the print was great. I shot a glance at him. Our eyes met. “I love reading books,” I said. “They enrich lives.”

“Yes, it is good to read. I read a lot,” he smiled. “What can I offer you?”

I placed the book back on the shelf and returned to my seat. I understand why he is staring at me. I had no bra and my nipples seemed to stick out a bit. I sighed deeply and answered, “I am not overly choosy. I came for the party!”

“The party for two?”

“Yes.” I adjusted and laughed.

“If you had told me that you were coming me immediately, I would have prepared. At least, a good food for the two of us,” he explained.

“I wanted to surprise you!”

“I understand but sometimes it is counterproductive, especially when you are dealing with people you don’t know too well. Excuse me!” He rose from the chair and moved to his refrigerator by the corner. He threw it open and brought out two bottles of soft drink. He slammed the bottles on top of the refrigerator, got some empty glasses from the table by the side. He gathered everything and returned to his seat. He placed the drinks and empty glass cups on the table and sat down. “Join me,” he pushed one glass cup and one of the bottles of drink to my side. He opened his own drink, poured out some liquid in the glass cup and drank it. “Ah,” he let go a belch that could kill a dove. “That was great,” he said. He slammed the glass cup on the table, and turned to me, “How are you feeling now?”

“I am much better,” I answered. I took my drink, poured some in the glass cup and sipped from it. The cold drink was very refreshing. I placed the glass cup gently on the table. I glanced at him as he fixed his gaze on the television. “Where is your wife?” I asked.

“Oh, you saw the portrait on the wall. Good you asked. I am not married,” he disclosed. “I know it is difficult to believe.”

“I thought you were married. Who is the woman in the portrait? Is she your girlfriend?”

“No.” He took a mighty heave and swallowed hard. “I was once married…” His countenance fell. He shook his head, hissed and turned away.

“So what happened?” I sat up. “Where is she?” I inquired and took another sip from the glass cup. “She left you for another man?”

“It’s a long story. I try not to think about her because it leaves me disillusioned. She had cancer and was terminally ill. We fought gallantly against it but could not prevail. Ever since she died, I have been empty. At the moment, I am struggling to cope with life.” He turned to me, “Have I answered your question?”

“Yes, you have,” I nodded, slowly. “It’s a pity. Sorry for your loss…” I glanced at the portrait on the wall once again. I could imagine how happy they were when she was alive. She was so adorable.

“That is what I always hear from sympathizers. Dalmos, sorry for your loss. Dalmos sorry for this. Dalmos sorry for that. Soon, you will be gone and I will be alone, burning and whining like a miserable dog. The loneliness is killing me and I am losing my head!”

“You sound very negative. I thought you were a clergy.”

“You forget that I am first a human being before anything else,” he looked sternly at me. “I am made of flesh and blood like everyone else.”

“That is true.”

 “When she died, I thought my whole world had come crashing down to the earth. I was a tragedy.”

“Well, I could be of help. We could spend some time together, go to the gym, dates and lots more,” I exhaled. “This is not an assurance. Don’t take my word for it.”

“Why?” he adjusted his frame on his seat. “Are you confused?”

“No. Not really. What I am after is a willing partner. Humans need each other.”

“Yes, you are right.”

 “As a man who have helped me, I should be your source of strength and support in your trying times.” I took another sip from the glass cup and faced the television. Is this paradise too good to be true?

There was silence momentarily in the sitting room. After he had emptied his bottle of drink, he placed the void glass cup on the table. He sat up and asked, “Did you say you will help me?”

 “Yes!”

“Oh, thank you. You came at the right time!”

“I understand your plight but I cannot guarantee anything because I have no idea what awaits me. As a friend, I will do my best to make you happy.”

His face broke into a gap toothed smile. “You remind me of my late wife. She never hides her feeling or displeasure. What a woman!”

“She must be a strong woman too.”

“Yes, she was my pillar and backbone. I have a decent apartment. You can stay with me for as long as you want.”

“We must tread with caution,” I warned.

“Of course. We barely know each other but we can work it out.”

“I agree.”

He stretched his hands and palms up. “I am like an open book,” he laughed. “I have no cockroach in my cupboard.”

I straightened my chin. “I did not come here to surrender to a man. I came to thank you for saving my life,” I told him. “Is this what you call a party for two?”

“NO!” He appeared so unsettled as if he was holding something back. He rose to his feet and walked out of the sitting room.

“Where are you going?”

There was no answer. He barely looked at my side and headed off.

I jumped to my feet as my gaze followed him to the door by the corner.  He opened the door, went into the room and shut it behind him. I sat back confused and did not know what to do. After seating in the sitting room alone for some time, I decided to find out what was wrong. Gently, I got back on my feet and walked to the door. I opened the door and tossed my head inside. I saw Dalmos by the window, staring at the big blue sky. I entered the room and shut the door behind us. “What are you doing here? You forgot you have a guest?”

“I am sorry,” he looked over his shoulders.

“That is not good enough.”

“I just could not stand you.”

“Why? What is the problem?”

“The more I stared at you, the more I remember my late wife. You are just like her. I felt guilty that I failed her.”

“So you thought the best thing to do is walk out on me?”

“I did not do enough to keep her alive,” he spoke with a quivering voice as tears gathered in his eyes.

“What would you have done to save a woman that was terminally ill?”

“Sometimes I ask myself why she would have to die.”

“Except if there is something you are not telling me. You need to forgive yourself and move on, Dalmos.”

“I am frustrated,” he sighed.

I went to the window, patted his back and stood by his side. As we gazed silently at the beautiful earth, his hands were on the burglary proof. The weather was clear, the sky stared at us in the face and butterflies hopped from one tree to another. I loved the serene atmosphere. As he lowered his left hand, he mistakenly brushed my nipple. I was disoriented because I felt a little vibration. My mind began to work very fast. I imagined Dalmos and I having sex. I tried to get the thought out of my head and stayed focused.

“Sorry,” he apologized. Then he crossed his hand over my shoulder and pulled me close to his body. “I didn’t intend to do that, you know. You were too close to me and my hand went the wrong way.”

He’s trying to play his card just right. “That is a subtle sign. If I were you, I would just ask.”

“What? I don’t exploit people.”

“I know what you are looking for,” I smiled. “I hope you won’t dump me after I give it to you,” he turned and our eyes met. We stared at each other for some time. Then I adjusted my body, I moved my right thigh between his legs and said, “I guess this will get you in the mood,” I pressed my thigh against his penis and squeezed it gently.  

“Ah, I won’t fail you,” he groaned. He placed his hands on my shoulder, slightly pulling me to himself and sank a kiss into my head. “You are so energizing.”

“I have heard that bedtime story before.”

“I am not womanizer. I won’t hurt you. I swear!”

“Why should I trust you? A clergy man who loves sex.”

“I’m a human.” We both laughed and kissed.

“I know. You are not looking through a plastic shopping bag.” I slowly pressed my thigh against his body again. I felt his penis growing harder and bigger as he moaned in pleasure.

Dalmos slipped his hands under my shirt and located my breasts. He stroked my nipples. The sensation left me shuddering. Slowly he took off my shirt and my breasts were exposed. He looked at them as if he was seeing a naked woman for the very first time. “Oh, wow! You are so endowed,” his love for big boobs seemed to grow even bigger. “I could eat you all day!” he joked. He leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth. He wrapped his long tongue and teeth around it as if he was going to swallow it in one whole lump and pulled it.

 I felt a deep pain inside of me. Quickly, I tapped him on the head. “You are hurting me. You are pulling my nipple too hard,” I cried out.

“I thought you were enjoying it,” he raised his head and said.

“Yes, I was. Not until you pulled it so hard. Just slow down. Use your tongue alone,” I told him. I held his head, pulled him close to my body and rubbed it gently. The device seemed to work.

Slowly, he lowered his head and took my nipple in his mouth again. He rolled his tongue around the nipple and gently pulled and twisted it. The sensation was great. He struck the right note and my whole body was electrified. He sucked and caressed my breasts. Things were looking up for the two of us as I shivered and stroked his head.

Before I could blink, Dalmos snatched me and tossed me onto the bed. He was eager to penetrate me immediately. He took off his shirt, he threw it on the floor and I helped him unzipped his trousers. His penis was very hard. I took it in my hand. “This is massive,” I said, stroking his penis gently. We kissed. “You are such a hot head,” I commented.

“My wife use to say it,” he sounded as if his penis had won him an Olympic medal.

“Come over to the bed.”

Gently he crawled into the bed. “Lay down. Let me give you a treat!” I took his penis in my hand. I stayed on my knee and bend my body over. I slipped his penis into my mouth. He held my head for balance, gently fondling my hair. I loved the sweet sensation.

As I pulled back and forth softly, his body vibrated. “Oh, wow! You are just what I need! You are the best,” he moaned. He almost brought down the roof of the house as I worked on his penis. Giving his dick a hand job, I went for his scrotum and sucked every bit of it.

Dalmos seemed to enjoy my every move as his body shuddered vehemently. Then I pulled away, gently lay with my back on the bed, and spread my legs for him to return the favor. He mounted me. He grabbed his genital and used his hand to guide it into my vagina. “Ah, your dick is too big!” I cried as he began to drill me so fast and hard. I was totally insane. “Please, go faster. I need you deep inside!”

“I will,” he whispered to my ears, breathing down on me.

I held him tightly as he pounded the hell out of me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a dick of this size inside of me. He rode me for several minutes before he pulled away and shot his load of sticky mess all over the place. He rolled off my body and collapsed beside me.

“You are so sweet,” he said, caressing his hairy chest.

I paused. Should I smile or give him a kiss for the kind words? It was a familiar tone of a selfish creature. I felt it wasn’t worth it. I swallowed hard and stared at the ceiling, angry.

But he took my silence was an invitation to do it all over again. Then he tried to touch me.

 I wore a long face because I felt he was selfish and had exploited me. First, I was yet to reach orgasm. I thought he was going to suck and feast on my vagina before inserting his penis but that did not happen. He rushed in and succeeded in satisfying himself alone. Secondly, it was painful that we had to make love on our first date. I did not expect things to turn out this way. What is the need having sex without reaching orgasm? I pushed his hand away. “You have had your way. Now you are satisfied. I will suggest you stay away from me!” I told him. I stormed out of the bed and went for my clothes.

“What happened? Why are you angry, Lizzy? I thought you enjoyed it.” He got up from the bed and came after me.

“I am angry over what we just did!”

He glanced at the bed and back to me. Then he asked, “Which one, exactly?”

“Everything!” I looked straight into his eyes. He was dreadfully confused. “I am not cheap! I am not a whore!” I yelled at him.

“No, Lizzy. You shouldn’t be upset.” He came close to me and held my hand. “Please, forgive me if you feel that I have taken advantage of you. I thought you wanted us to have sex.”

“Terrible!” I hissed, I withdrew my hand from his grip. I shifted my weight to one leg, crossed my arms over my body and looked away.

“I understand your feelings, Lizzy. But I will not fail you. I will stick to you all the way.” “Come,” he threw his arms open, “Give me a hug and let’s put this behind us.” I pushed him, he staggered and fell on the bed. I grabbed my clothes tightly and ran out of the room. I slammed the door behind me. I went to the sitting room and sat naked on the sofa.

The slow sentimental song that played over the television set was nice and soothing. Gradually, the angry feeling began to die down. Then Dalmos came out of the room, he walked into the sitting room naked. “Lizzy, stop feeling insecure.” His penis dangled freely between his pair of legs.

“How do you want me to feel?” I fired back with an eye on his large genital. I wanted to tell him right away that he was selfish for not helping me reach orgasm too but I wondered how he would feel. Some people view women who demand for sex as flirts.

 “I understand. As I said a while ago, you are in safe hands. I will always make you happy.”

 I took a deep breath and looked at him as if I was expecting further assurances that he would do better next time. The intercourse we just had was not good enough and I am ashamed to tell him.

“Trust me, Lizzy. I will not let you down. You should clean yourself before leaving.” He turned and walked away.

“Where are you going?”

“To the shower.” He barely looked over his shoulder as his voice tailed off.

I reluctantly got up from the seat and followed him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HARRY THE CHEEKY PRINCE: SHORT STORY FULL OF JOY

Harry the Cheeky 

Prince is one heck of a story!

Well written, fast paced and highly entertaining. I was engaged right from the first page. The writer’s colorful descriptions, choice of words and humor were captivating.

“It was a town crier. His red robe and wide-brimmed hat gleamed in the sunlight as he gazed ahead; clearly enjoying the attention, he was getting from the crowd. He rang his bell once, twice, and let his voice go off again, even louder than before. ‘Oi...oi! The Princess of Wales has issued forth a son this 15th day of September, 1984. God save the Queen!’  He rang his bell once more and said again, ‘The Princess of Wales has issued forth a son this 15th day of September, 1984. GOD. SAVE. THE. QUEEN!’  Each word of his last line punctuated for emphasis.

The crowd cheered and clapped, and suddenly the air seemed to wear the decorative colours of festivity. Hands bearing cameras stretched forward to capture the timeworn face of the town crier, who stood beaming with pride. He was especially happy to see a handful of news reporters; he knew he would be on TV in so many homes within the next few hours. Happy days!

When he saw no more camera flashes, the town crier began to walk away, head held high, legs doing the goose-steps of the military. As he reached the palace gates, a cheeky male voice from the crowd was heard. ‘Is it true you’re paid millions for this job?’

The town crier froze. Then he turned mechanically towards the voice and said, ‘That’s bollocks! Did you hear me? Bollocks!’ He took a step but hesitated and made a funny face. ‘Bloody royals. They didn’t even give an old man a pint.’ A roar of laughter filled the air. His face looked as though he was crying. ‘But I love them. Oh… I love them.’

The crowd laughed again.

 The town crier let himself through the gates into the comforting embrace of a late summer sun just as two formally dressed ladies appeared from the palace and placed an official declaration of the baby’s birth on the easel.

There were gun salutes at Hyde Park and the Tower of London to mark the birth and Londoners trooped to pubs to celebrate.”

There are many lessons to draw from Harry the Cheeky Prince. One of them is, raise your child the right way. When he or she is old, they will not depart from it. Do not run away from your responsibility. It is expensive, tough and difficult to raise good children. You just cannot afford to take your eyes off for too long. Nurturing a child to be useful to the society consumes time and energy. Harry was fortunate to have good parents who were ready to stick out their necks to get him out of trouble and give him a good life. 

The author is British but I could feel her African Heritage. Laura Tata Onuigbo-Miller has a BA in English from the University of Nigeria.  In 2011, she relocated to England in pursuit of a Masters Degree in Public Relations from the Solent University, Southampton, UK. She is married and lives happily with her family in Winchester, England.  

It's refreshing to embrace a new voice. Grab a copy of  Harry the Cheeky Prince and dive into Laura's pool of splendor! 

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