Unleashed Desires Episode 2

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Madam Amaka lived in a big house. It was well furnished. The interior of the house was completely tiled. Her kitchen was a paradise on its own.

I had never been to her masters bedroom. But I could tell that it was heaven on earth. Madam Amaka was a woman of class. She didn’t use the normal white toilets most people used. Her toilet was painted gold. It had a flowery smell every time one walks in. She was someone who loved to be different and acquire flashy things.

She had a flat screen television which was ten times the size of our dinning table. It was located in the sitting room. It was very flat; the flattest I have ever seen. It was the latest model of flat screen televisions that was yet to hit Nigeria.

Madam Amaka had once told mama that she bought it at the rate of eight hundred thousand naira. She claimed it was purchased directly from the Dubai company which produced Plasma TVs.

I still remember how our flat screen TV suddenly turned small in the eyes of Mama and I. After spending hours in Madam Amaka’s house, watching her Huge HD plasma Television, we returned home and our TV set looked like a toy in our own eyes.

“Honey don’t you think you should get us another bigger TV?” Mama asked, after one of our visit to Madam Amaka’s house one evening.

“What happened to this one we have? Has it spoilt?” My father asked.

“No. It is just that I love Madam Amaka’s TV. It is big and bold. The pictures are clearer. When watching that TV, it feels like one is inside the Plasma Television. Can you believe she and her husband contributed money and bought that TV for half a million naira?”

“So what are you saying in essence now?” Papa asked.

“It is not like I do not like the TV we have o. It is not like I am not contented with what we have. Just that I feel we should contribute money and buy something bigger. We can get Cotonou TV; a bigger size for an even lesser amount.” Mama suggested.

Papa turned in her direction. He looked at her piercingly in the eyes and turned back to face the TV set.

Mama noticed his weird looks at her. She walked up to him and held him by the hands.

“Ah ah. Papa Wale. It was just an advise na. You know I want our house to look good. Look at how that family is working together to get a TV set. We should work together as well.”

“No you do not want our house to look beautiful.” Papa fired at her. “What you want is for your house to look like another woman’s own. What kind of a woman are you? We just bought this TV set months back. It is not even up to a year and you are asking us to buy a bigger one, just because another family bought theirs which was bigger than ours.” Papa spoke furiously.

He stood up and walked out of the sitting room feeling exasperated. He tossed the remote control on mama laps and hissed.

Days later, her husband Tunde revealed to papa that the plasma TV was sent as a gift to them by Madam Amaka’s blood sister who lived in America. He also told papa that his wife’s daughter was living with her in America aswell.

It was at that time I became aware that Madam Amaka had a daughter who lived in America. Madam Amaka never had a child with Tunde, but she had a daughter during her youth age. This was some years before she got married to Tunde.

When Mama found out about the secrete behind the Plasma television, she buried her head in Mortification. She had learnt a valuable. She had learnt never to force herself to have what others had.

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I got to Madam Amaka’s house and knocked on the door. I stood there starring at her yellow flowers and red roses which she planted in front of her house.

The door soon Jabbed open, and there she stood; Madam Amaka, clad in a wrapper that was tied to her breast. Her body was drenched with water and her head was covered in a shower cap. She grinned at me and drew sideways so I could walk in.

“Wale how is mummy?” She asked.

“Mummy is fine.” I replied walking into the sitting room. She shut the door behind me, and the sound reverberate in the sitting room.

I turned towards the huge plasma TV, and walked towards it. My eye was glued to the Plasma TV. Tom and Jerry, which was one of my favourite cartoons, was being aired on the cartoon network.

“I just finished taking my bath.” She echoed.

I grinned, and walked to the cushion to sit down.

“Your daddy nko?”

“He has gone to work.” I replied.

“Eya. So it is just you and mummy that is at home?” She asked.

“Yes mummy. It is just mummy and I that is at home.”

“What is she doing?”

“Mummy is cooking vegetable soup.”

“Ah ah. Why are you not helping her?” She stopped to stare at me.

“Mummy said I should come and stay with you.” I mumbled

“Your mummy eh.” She said, heaving a sigh.

For the first time in my life, I was secretly stealing glances, at Madam Amaka as she applied her cream on her legs and arms. She was fair in complexion. I admired the colour of her legs and fresh looks of her laps.

She was quite busty and commanded attention when she walked. Mama secretly wished she had her kind of buttocks and breast. But mama never liked being fair. She loved her black skin, and loved to maintain it.

Madam Amaka soon caught me in the act while I was starring at her. My heart skipped. I turned back to face the TV set immediately. She chuckled.

“Are you shy?” She asked.

“I shook my head, with my eyes still glued to the Plasma TV. I was refusing to look at her again.”

“Okay you are scared?” She asked inquisitively.

At that moment, I didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t know what I even felt. I didn’t know if I was shy or scared of her.

Truth was that, I had only seen my mothers breast and laps while growing up. It has been over four years since I saw it naked and bare with my two eyes. I had never seen another woman’s body in my entire life.

“Wale, please come and oil my back.” She Beckoned on me.

I turned in surprise. Had mother told her that I was good in Oiling women’s back? The only woman’s back I ever oiled was Mama’s own.

Madam Amaka’s wrapper was barely hung on her breast by the time I turned.

“Come over here biko before the water on my body dries.” She beckoned again.

To be continued….

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