When his leg was to be amputated, Benny’s mom objected, saying ‘’over my dead body will my son’s leg be cut’’
That was after the accident he had that claimed, on the spot, the lives of other eight young and promising boys who were all occupants of the car he was driving.
It was the third day after the accident which occurred near Rowe Park in the Casino Cinema area of Yaba-Lagos that Benny jerked back to life. He was surrounded by doctors, nurses, his mom and other family members including his mom’s friends who were there consoling her and praying that Benny does not die from the accident like other of his friends, as he was the only seed of their friend (Benny’s mom).
Benny’s mom, a Princess from notable nobility, a healthy-looking woman, with natural beauty and colour, round and full, was already rapidly waning with anxiety. These were qualities she had (and still possesses) that boosted other women’s willingness to have her as a member of their various social clubs.
Being the third day her son was hospitalized at the Igbobi Orthopedic Hospital, not stirring one bit before he bounced back to life, she looked gaunt, emaciated and tiny, more of a pencil tip. She was worried beyond what anyone could describe, wishing she was dead rather than see her only child go before her.
So, when Benny came back to life to everyone’s disquiet, and the Chief Orthopedist said they were going to have his affected leg amputated, his mom objected, saying ‘Over my dead body will my son’s leg be amputated’ which led to her being asked to sign the discharge book so that she could take her son out of the hospital; and that she did without any hesitation.
Now taken to his mom’s hometown for a possible solution, he was put under the care of a local bonesetter who started battling to get the leg back in shape.
His mom started shuttling between Lagos and her home town, making her trips mostly on weekends. She would come on a Thursday and go back to Lagos the following Sunday.
Benny’s leg, with the close attention it was getting, was beginning to heal, even if slowly. There was a visible improvement and hope too. His mother was happy about that.
Benny would take milk, drink well-prepared pap, eat a whole bottle of groundnut, eat richly prepared vegetable soup, consume enough bananas, the Umunede type, drink well-tapped unadulterated palm-wine, eat brown beans, fish, and meat, and take many other nourishing, and energy-giving drinks.
At that time, Benny looked like a nursing woman on Omugwo. He was robust, and full of health, even though he was on his sick bed.
People living in that vicinity, both old and young men and women were coming to greet him and show some empathy even when most of them didn’t him. There is no way you get to his room that there will not be anything for the mouth. Benny will offer you something, courtesy of his large-hearted mom who was happy that her only child was recuperating from the fatal accident, while at the same time full of grief for the accident that claimed eight of her son’s friends’ lives in her car. She had warned Benny not to take the vehicle out that day because of the dream he told her he had the previous night.
Benny, despite telling his friends that his mom told her not to drive her car out because of the dream he had the previous day and narrated to her, insisted and succeeded in persuading him to bring out the vehicle which they used in cruising around the city before the accident which got widespread media attention. Benny’s mom who was out in her other car was to be told later by those who knew her that her son, alongside other boys, was involved in an accident in her car through a news broadcast.
Among the girls coming to visit him so that he doesn’t start feeling lonely even when he doesn’t know them, is young-looking Nneka, who, like, Benny himself, was already getting fixated on him.
Nneka would come and mop his room after sweeping it. She would carry his clothes and wash them before spreading them out in the sun to dry. Right in front of Benny, she would dance to some of the latest hits being rendered on Benny’s big musical set. She would help him warm up his soup.
Sometimes, Nneka would be found lying by his side, helping to put well the local Plaster of Paris (POP) in slit bamboo form used to hold the fractured leg firmly together.
It got to a point that other girls came around and rather than face what looked like competition among them over who to win Benny’s love, the guy from the city whose mom appears to love and pet so much with money, provisions, and other rich foods, started indulging in gossips that Benny and Nneka had fallen madly in love; that Benny had made up his mind to have Nneka as his choice girl for marriage as suggested by his mom.
It got to the point that when Benny’s mom came from Lagos one day and met Nneka busy attending to Benny like her husband, she never raised her eyebrow, but rather, thanked her profusely for taking adequate care of her son against the expectation of other girls who saw her arrive from Lagos, that she was going to explode on Nneka.
One night Nneka came in and Benny was surprised to see her because it was already getting late by that time, 10.54 pm. She opened the door and bolted it from inside as Benny watched her.
Benny only thought of making an attempt at fondling, caressing, applying soft touch on her because he felt he was not strong enough to go into detailed love expression with her, more so his leg is only beginning to get strong, not strong enough for thorough jamisoke even if it is not the main organ to be used, but don’t forget legs play a lot of fantastic roles during such Ping-Pong game.
‘’Ben, do you know people are already saying you’re my boyfriend, even when you’re yet to have me and me yet to indicate interest?’’ Nneka said, looking at Ben straight in his eyes.
‘Yes, I know. Even when two girls were standing by my closed window at that time they were discussing, one of them said: ‘Nneka has taken over. She’s now like a wife to Ben. See that day his mom arrived from Lagos, when all of us were saying Nneka would be shouted at because she would be asked what she was doing in Ben’s room; nothing of such action happened. And that made me believe what Beatrice told me there were already plans to marry Nneka for Benny. His mom was seriously making moves towards that.’
‘Is it that amibo called Beatrice… you believe what she says? Don’t you know she believes much in rumour-mongering?’
‘Let them say whatever they like. I think I’m enjoying every bit of their tantrums. If God says I’m going to be married to you, it will happen right under their nose. You know I love you. I just can’t explain it. That day you were being carried out of the car, I felt some sensations sweeping through my length, having a soft spot for you. I couldn’t just explain what happened to me that day. And since then, that feeling didn’t leave me once.’ Nneka told Ben.
‘Well, one of them wrote me a love letter.’ Ben told Nneka.
‘Who was that?’ Nneka asked blinking her eyes.
‘I tore the letter. But Let me try to remember her name. Yes, Deborah, she calls herself. She says she is the only girl among you all in a higher institution—that you all were unable to pass JAMB, and that you all pursue men like mad.’
‘That skeleton of a girl whose father influenced her admission; not that she passed? Don’t mind her, what in her imagination made her think that a handsome boy like you from the city would ever give her the tiniest space in your heart, nonsense!’
‘She’s such a teeny-weeny; just too tiny for my liking. Sincerely speaking, I go for girls like you. I …’
‘Thank you, Ben; thank you’ Nneka interrupted.
All that Ben had been eating for the past five months, the thick pap filled with Peak milk, garnished Akara balls (bean cake), nourishing palm wine, well-sauced fish, fried plantain, rich bananas, malt and milk mixed, sugar-cane, groundnut, fat avocado peer, rich soup waters prepared by his mom that have been accumulating in him, were all going to be off-loaded soon into Nneka.
But the doubt gaining the better part of him now was whether his healing fractured leg would permit him as Nneka who was nude to her natural form of creation was all over him, licking, pressing, twisting, twigging, caressing and romancing him.
Ben’s No-Going-Back was erect. The bone-setter had warned him not to do anything strenuous for some time until when permitted to do so because the fractured leg was at the earliest stage of healing.
When the romance by Nneka sent him panting rapidly, he drew out his Kweke which at first sight frightened her. ‘There’s no second chance to create a first impression. So, I got to act tough.’
Nneka, like one in a baton race, quickly grabbed it. It was full in her hands. She gave it a slight suck from the cap region, and then dragged it into her mouth, while her soft bum was being spanked repeatedly by his seasoned romantic hands before he dropped his stiff whip straight into her Orocop through the rear. He laid face-up and Nneka now looked up at the ceiling as she rested her bum on his face while his Jackknife fiercely pricked the erect clit.
Benny rammed in and out through her rear as their breathing went wild. At that moment, if there was any leg pain, Ben was no longer aware. Being that it was a long time since he did a ‘car race’ with the opposite sex, his Kweke went wild, wicked and dangerous, beating into Nneka’s tube endlessly, transporting her into an emotional journey. Nneka graduated from wild breathing into an uncontrollable moaning, then to speaking in tongue as Ben kept off-loading all he had been accumulating in him to the extent he went three straight rounds without his knowing.
In the end, the usual question ‘Ben, will you marry me?’ came out by way of appreciation from Nneka’s mouth, capping it with: ‘You’re simply a genius, what a dazzling display of Gwogworigwo from your sick bed!
