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Undertakings II – The Road

Driving home angrily…

Demola climbed into the Range Rover and slammed the door, choking with rage. Imagine that bitch..!

He pushed his key into the ignition and missed it the first time. Calm down; he gently admonished himself. He inserted the key the ignition again and this time it fit. He gunned the engine and sat down quietly behind the steering wheel, and just thought.

How could she have spoken to me like that? He asked himself again, shaking his head. Since when did we begin to fraternize so familiarly?

He sat still in the rapidly chilling interior of the vehicle, allowing the rain drain off him onto his seat, lost in his thoughts.

A sudden knock on the window beside him startled him, and he turned slightly to see his buddy Femi hunched over in the rain, indicating for him to lower the window. Demola shook his head and pointed at his wrist watch.

Femi’s mouth opened in astonishment.

It was unfathomable for him that his buddy; Demola, who he usually introduced to company as ‘my brother from another mother’ would act like that.

Which made Demola’s next move more bizarre.

He suddenly accelerated the vehicle, and without so much as a glance in Femi’s direction screeched away towards the highway. Femi jumped backwards out of the way of the vehicle in time. Demola laughed dryly and zoomed off.

The rain was getting increasingly heavy, and even though he knew the road well he ran into several water-covered portholes, cursing loudly as he drove in and out of each one. Finally he got past the worst of it and as the road ahead of him straightened out he pressed down the accelerator.

Taking his attention off the road for a second, he turned on the car’s CD player and leaned back against his seat, facing the road again as Asa’s sophomore album began playing. He allowed his mind drift.

Why was he so angry with Yemi? Could it be because her vocal jabs had hit too closely to home? He hated to admit that might be the case – because he had consciously withdrawn from getting to close to women after Mina.

Yeah; he thought, maybe that was the typical reaction of a guy freshly scorned – but he was not interested in going on a woman-hunting spree. He did not even want to have anything to do with them…at least not at the moment. He just wanted to be left alone.

Demola sighed. Love sure was hard.

As the second track, ‘Maybe’ came on Demola came back with a jerk. He was fast approaching a corner – a blind corner just before the long stretch of road that led to his estate’s gate. He swung the wheel suddenly, going round the bend in barely two seconds.

As he swung the wheel back to straighten the SUV back on the road; grateful for the fact that there was no vehicle coming from the opposite direction, his headlights suddenly picked up what looked like the figure of a woman bent over right in the middle of the road…

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6 responses

  1. babyada

    Nice going, though a lot’s still yet to be known.
    A few missing words too. …’in’ the ignition again and this time it fit.’
    ‘…to(o) close to women.

    May 4, 2012 at 6:15 pm

    • Thank you so much dearest honey…

      Thanks for the corrections. Will effect them in the original draft.

      Thanks for you support!

      May 7, 2012 at 7:36 am

  2. kaycee

    why stop here na. this suspense thing is not healthy for me

    May 5, 2012 at 3:18 am

    • Kaycee…

      Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate your support.

      May 7, 2012 at 7:34 am

  3. Hmmm, I’ve always thought I was a ‘master of suspense’ but mehn this is cruel o! Adrenaline-pumping-suspense here and I’m not liking this mehn. Lol. Nice one. Let’s have Undertakings III already, pleaseee!

    May 8, 2012 at 8:02 am

    • Thank you so much Geebee! It’ll come soon enough – just hold on a bit!

      May 8, 2012 at 8:43 am

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