Bleeding anus
Nku could feel the sharp pain bubbling. It was recurring again in a more dreadful way. He winced as a sharp pain shot through his buttocks. “Where is your rest room?” he asked Opula who gaped at him.
“That way,” she answered, pointing to the dark corridor which yawned at them.
“I will be right back,” Nku said and stood up, with his hands on his waist. He locked up himself in the toilet, and pulled out his pain relief pills from his pocket and gulped it down with water. He held his buttocks and winced in the mirror. The recrudescent of how Sen. Madu had been handling him in bed struck in his head.
Opula watched him closely as he lay in the bed. “Are you Ok?” she asked, rubbing him on the head.
“Oh, I’m fine. I just went to ease off. You know good food like bitter leaf soup continues in the toilet.”
The bell at the door dinged and Opula pecked Nku and wanted to go for it when Nku asked,“Are you expecting any visitor?”
“No, I will be back in a jiff,” she assured him, prancing with her feline grace, expecting her rigorous hips to make Nku change his mind. But Nku took much interest in his phone.
She opened the door and saw Azuaka Jnr donning in a bow tie, white sleeves and tuxedo. She admired him from his head down to his feet and admired his always-in-the car oxford. She knew Azuaka Jnr always dressed up to the mines and she loved it but did not see any husband in him.
“Who showed you my home, Azuaka?” she asked, almost having a taste of his Men 212 perfume on her tongue as air waved it into her nostrils.
He erotically admired her thickness in the bum short. “I should be applauded for knowing one of the jungles of Lagos,” he said.
“Festac doesn’t look like one. You’re not welcomed here.” She shook her Brazilian hair and shot a menacing stare at him.
“Come on. What did I do? I can’t remember thrusting a knife into your neck,” he said and saw the warm admiration in her eyes. Come on, mummy, go on. I know you love what you’reseeing. You have always admired my attire way back in school. Come on say something about my looks. It wouldn’t cost you your bank savings.”
“Oh, Azuaka, I’m not ready for this. Just leave!” She was still at her frown.
He walked in. “Come on, Opula, spare me that. I didn’t dress in this dinner suit for football. I must have dinner in your house today. Ever since my parents had a walk out of this world I can’t remember the last time I ate a good food prepared by my woman. Honestly I thank God for women, the ones that cook like you.”
“I am not your woman. Check-up your A-list and call some to do your cooking,” she said, walking in front of him and stopping him from walking yet further.
He looked around. “Anyways, nice house, safe environment and good for refuge when those assassins are after me. That Jehovah Can Do Ministry will pray them away.”
She shook her Brazilian hair in disagreement. “I don’t want problems,” she said and couldn’t restrain the confession that possessed her mind.“My man, my baby N is around,” she emphatically said, slamming into his chest.
Azuaka Jnr smiled, looking across her head. “Oh I would love to see the baby N that made your urine to be juice and your stool hamburger. Come on, where is he? Is he that shy?” he asked.
Suddenly, there was an outburst of shriek from the bedroom. Nku was screaming for help.
“Did you hear that?” Azuaka Jnr asked Opula, pointing to the bedroom. Both of them ran into the bedroom as Azuaka Jnr brought his fingers to the 8 rounds automatic pistol in his waist.
Nku had stripped off his jeans and was now in his boxers. Opula grabbed his waist and stared at his face in search of the unseen. He kept screaming on the top of his voice with his hands on his buttocks. Azuaka caught sight of thick blood trickling in between his legs.
“Golden goat!” he exclaimed. “Is that not blood?” he asked pointing to his legs.
Opula looked at his buttocks and got flinched at the patch of blood. “What happened to you, Nku?” she asked, but got a scream for an answer.
Azuaka walked up to him and asked, “What is it, man? Are you menstruating?”
“Did you come with your truck?” Opula asked.
“Yes,” replied Azuaka still staring at the dripping blood that looked like a red fragile tape worm.
“Let’s take him to the hospital right away, please,” she cried out.
As they helped Nku into the truck his scream sliced into the atmosphere. Nku knew he could not bear it anymore. The sharp pain that shot through his buttocks with the dripping of blood was his limit
Would Sen. Madu ever love him without penetrating his anus with that big penis of his; he thought as they made to the hospital.
The worst was yet to strike…