The Voice: A game of wins

THE WAIST-DANCE

CHAPTER 2

Vanessa hurried into her room. She seemed to have forgotten her encounter with the voice. There was a single sizable bed at the corner of the room while other materials were just bag of clothes and books. Vanessa pulled off her gown, living only her underwears. She held the hand of her bra to pull it off too before her pant, but her entrance result paper which she saw on a voluminous book, did not only stop her but also reminded her of the voice. Briskly, she picked the paper, thinking critically, "Was it a dream?" she thought in the silence. "No, I don't think so?" she concluded, roaming her eyes around every nook and cranny of the room. Loudly, she said, "Hello!"

No response.

"Hello, are you there? Oh, sorry, I mean are you here?"

No response.

She brought down her head for some meditation and quietness. Slowly, she raised it up and called, "The Voice?"

"Yes, Vanessa." the invisible being replied.

"Jesus!" She gasped, leaning hardly on the walls of her room with hands on her chest. "I thought it was a dream." she added.

"Hold fast to dreams..."

"..for if dreams die, life becomes a broken-winged bird that cannot fly." Vanessa completed the sentence.

"You see!" the voice exclaimed. "It wasn't a dream and you're learning so fast!"

"Wait!" she stepped away from the wall. "Can you see me?"

"You mean if I can see weather you're putting on a pink pant and bra for easier move into your gazanana?

"Oh, my God!!" the girl rushed a wrapper on the bed immediately. Just then, the mother barged in saying, "Who are you talking to, Nessa?"

"She's talking to me, mama." the voice replied.

Vanessa looked up astonishingly.

"Don't worry, nobody can hear me except you." The voice assured her.

Immediately Mrs. Ericka left, Vanessa said silently, "Who did you say you are again? Look, I don't even want to know, get out from my life now!" she commanded. In deed, the voice left her. She never knew she chased the only voice that could get her the fame and knowledge she wanted. It was just a matter of time for her to realize it....

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On a long white stockings, a knicker and white singlet, he stepped out from the bar of his mansion with a glass of wine in one of his hands while a whole bottle of wine rested in another hand. He surged towards the staircase, climbing happily and nodding to the beat of a hip-hop music, 'I'm the one' by DJ Khalid.

A large flat screen television displayed live football match but the beat of the music from a Home Theater suppressed the voice of the commentator. The living room sparkles like a diamond, ranging from the tied floor to the white P.O.P that exude different colours of light. The couches in the living room were gold likewise the chairs at the dining room.

Unpredictably, before Wisdom stepped onto the last stairs, the volume of the music gradually died down thereby cutting short the joy of the young man who stopped and turned, looking down from the staircase to see Arinze with the Home Theater's remote.

"Aristotle!" Wisdom called harshly.

"Young Master, sorry for not making your head nod." The short man swallowed hard, seeing the glare on his master's face. "I want us to talk about marriage. You need to marry. Look, you have everything, but without a woman, you have nothing."

"There's a woman in my room, Aristotle." Wisdom replied in his best polite manner.

"That's not what I mean. The one in your room is a prostitute! I mean the one you can call a wife."

"Okay, if I enter into my room, I call the prostitute my wife. Case close." He turned to continue walking up the stairs but heard Arinze's exhaling tone.

"Wisdom!" Arinze called on him. "By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you’ll become happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher."

The young man turned again after climbing the last stairs. "Marriage, whether with a good wife or not doesn't guarantee happiness. Marriage is a prison without jail terms." He finally walked out of sight.

Opening his room, he saw a young half naked lady on his executive bed. She was in her late twenties, older than himself because he was just in his middle twenties. The lady climbed down from the bed, looking like a marine entity. She wore only a red bra and pant that punctured into her buttocks. Her skin glows like a fresh morning wine. Erotically, she made Wisdom sit at the edge of the bed then stepped backward, wiggling to the beat of another music from a television inside the room.

"Take it easy on me, baby." Wisdom grinned.

The lady returned the smile, moving seductively. She could see Wisdom's d**k struggling inside his knicker.

"Come closer, baby." he requested.

"I won't until you display your knowledge and wisdom to every word I say." The lady request.

"Oh, like win to win? Bring it on, baby! Give me a word or a sentence." Wisdom dropped the bottle of wine on the floor and finished the last drop on the glass cup.

The lady smiled then began, still dancing seductively. She placed her hand behind her to loosen her bra, saying, "I'm taking off my bra."

"I wore a thong and a bra and a wig. Those things hurt. I mean, thongs? Like, they dig in. It takes a tough man to be a woman just like it takes a tough woman to hold a large breast. In all, life is hard." He replied.

The lady dropped the bra on the floor and moved closer saying, "Pant."

"A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on. If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn't sit for a month. Dreams will get you nowhere, a good kick in the pants will take you a long way." he chuckled at his own words, watching as the lady placed her fingers at the hood of the pant to pull it down but was disappointed to see her withdrawing her fingers. "Come on! Take it off, I beat you on that!" he spread his hands.

The lady romanced her breast, pulled one up to have a quick kiss on the n****e after which she said, "You like my breast, huh?"

"Some people think having large breasts makes a woman stupid. Actually, it's quite the opposite: a woman having large breasts makes men stupid. A woman without breasts is like a bed without pillows." he beat her on that too!

She drew closer. "Don't you think you'll find it hard to get in my p***y?" she finally took off the pant erotically.

"Nothing is hard to find. You are not as hard as you act too. When I GPS 'p***y,' I end up at your welcome mat."

"But it's my private part."

"It’s the invention of clothes, not nature, that made 'private parts' private."

She finally came closer, pulled his knicker and felt his erected d**k in her hands. "Huge p***s" she looked up at him, smiling seductively again.

"In life, not everybody will agree with you just like every organ in my body knows this is a bad idea, except my pe-ni.. aaaahh" he moaned inconclusively when he felt her mouth on his d**k. "Suck the s**t out of me, baby!" he concluded to have the full pleasure of the blow job. A tingling feeling from the cap of his d**k frequently rushed up to his pelvis and eventually stimulated his testosterone. Sooner did he take charge of the lady who had covered his d**k with a condom. Wisdom stood up, bent her down in a way she knelt at the edge of the bed, prostrating her hips in a doggie style. From behind, the young man fixed in his d**k and grabbed her waist then the waist dance commenced...

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The mystery behind the legacy of the descendants of Obra, the mind readers cannot be overemphasize. Crucifix was believed to be the only remaining descendant, hence he was the only mind reader at the geographical part of the world. He could look into your eyes and tell you what's in your mind. This gift comes with many consequences and tragedy which the young man had suffered and conquered at last.

He stood in front of a mirror found in his bedroom as he struggled to knot his tie. Already, a black plain trouser and white long-sleeve shirt which he tocked in smartly rested on his body. He could see his full beards and low-cut hairstyle through the mirror. Just after he knotted the tie, his pregnant wife brought his black suit.

"Thank you, baby girl." Crucifix collected the suit from her.

Margret, the wife, stood in front of him, helping the husband dress smartly. "I'm no more a baby, Crucifix." she said as she pulled his tie to the center of his neck.

Crucifix smiled. "You'll always be my baby." he insisted.

"What will the one in my womb be?" she buttoned the suit and engulfed her hands round him, looking up at his face through the trimmed beards.

"He will be my baby son while you're my baby girl" he began to caress her cheeks.

"What if it's a baby girl?"

"She will be my baby girl 2. You're my number one."

They chuckled happily and kissed. Just then, Margret's phone rang from their matrimonial bed. In her milky transparent gown, she walked to the phone. "It's Raina." she said.

"My regards to her. I have to go!" Crucifix located his suitcase and carried it.

Margret refused to pick the call because she was more concerned about where her husband was going to. So she said at the end of the ringing phone, "Honey, it's evening, are you leaving without telling me where..."

Crucifix turned from the door. "I thought I did last night" he interrupted her. "I haven't heard from Wisdom Derick and he has not paid for The Voice this month. Oh, you must have forgotten over the sweetness of the love-making last night. I knew I handled you ver well to clear the road for the coming of my son." he smiled.

"You're silly." the wife stepped closer to him, grinning amusingly. "I told you not to use The Voice to make money regarding where it came from. You need to send The Voice back."

"Why? Nobody knows about it."

"Honey, it's not about who knows about it. It's about what might happen if it lingers in this part of the world. I just have a bad feeling about this."

"You don't have to..." Crucifix' ringing phone interrupted him. He placed a hand in his suit and brought it out. As the wife stared at him, he picked the call saying, "I was about coming to see you."

After much quietness that creeped into the room that moment, Crucifix concluded saying, "This shouldn't be discussed over the phone. I'm coming." he hung up the call. When he looked at his wife, he was forced to reveal to her what was going on. Therefore, in a sad confused tone, he said, "That was Wisdom. He said he has not heard from the voice for days."

"This is what I'm talking about." Margret stepped closer angrily. "You need to send that thing back, Crucifix! Your sister and Linda didn't know what they unleashed while getting the ribbon of your ancestors. You need to send that thing back!"

Crucifix became speechless, staring at his wife while his mind was somewhere else.....

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Back to the village, Achara community precisely, Vanessa battled with The Voice who had seen her underwear. She wasn't really happy about that therefore she said silently in her room, "Who did you say you are again? Look, I don't even want to know, get out from my life now!" she commanded, pointing at her door. "Hope I have made myself clear!!" she waited, but didn't hear a response. "The Voice, do you understand me?!" she asked again, yet no response. So she concluded within herself that the voice had really obeyed her command.

Yes, in deed, the voice left her. She never knew she chased the only voice that could get her the fame, wealth and knowledge she wanted. It was just a matter of time for her to realize it. In a wrapper, she hurried outside, carried a bucket of water into a local bathroom. Before she untied the wrapper, she looked around like a thief, wondering if the voice was still following her. Nevertheless, she untied the traditional fabric and hung it at the entrance of the bathroom. She wanted to take off her pant and bra but couldn't do it because she felt the voice was still around, so she just bathed in them.

After an hour, Venessa could be seen on the road with a basket of food stuffs obviously coming back from the market. Beside her was Chike, her childhood friend. The boy was not just a clown but hilarious too. He only acquired basic education but Vanessa attended high school wanting to further in the university.

Chike wore a knicker, a black polo and a pair of bathroom slippers. His hair looked unkempt likewise his legs.

"Chike, I actually thought you were at my house earlier today. Like I heard a voice that resembles yours." Vanessa said.

"That was a voice of my love for you in your head, Nessa." the boy said, trying to hold the girl's hand.

"Please, go away!" she pushed him, smiling at the same time.

"Let me fall a million times by your tender hands, Nessa." Chike continued from the distant where he nearly fell down while the girl continued smiling. "We're destined for great things, Nessa, that's why you can't pass your entrance exam and leave me all alone in this village." he added.

"I forbid you, Chike!" she flipped her fingers as both just entered into her compound.

"A forbidden stone always becomes the chief corner stone. Even as a rejected stone, you're still my zone. I'll hold your hands and your erogenous zone." quickly he held her hand and crossed the other on her waist, feeling the balance of the hand on her hips and hood of her pant.

Unknowingly to them, Mrs. Ericka, Vanessa's mother, had seen them from behind a plantain plant. Quietly, she grabbed a big stone, adjusted her wrapper and rushed out saying to the young boy, "Do not leave that zone until I break your head with this stone!"

"Heeeyy!" the boy fled, dodging the thrown stone at him by the woman. "Mama Vee! Don't you know I'm stone-code?!" he boasted from afar.

"Stone-code kill you there!!" the woman cursed.

Meanwhile, Vanessa had been at the door of the house, laughing silently at their drama because it had always been like that between both of them. Immediately her mother turned, she ran inside the house.

"Nessa, keep running oh! This boy is the one taking the small thing that is left in your brain. That's why you can't pass your entrance exam!" The mother lamented.

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Darkness took over the village. Crickets chirped from different angles and Vanessa's room felt the lonely and weary night. She laid on her bed face-up, wearing a short black night gown. She actually thought about The Voice which she had not heard for the rest of the day. She could remembered how he promised her to help groom her for the win to win competition, so she called on him saying, "The Voice, are you there.. here, I mean?"

No response.

"Hello?" she sat up from the bed, yet no response. After waiting for a while, she said, "Alright, I'm sorry for shouting at you. I really need you now."

No response.

She exhaled and laid down again, covering her body with a wrapper to sleep, yet she couldn't. Wow! What is going on? I wish I can answer that question. Suddenly, Vanessa sat up again and said, "The Voice, really, I'm sorry. I command you to come back."

No response. She sat there quietly without knowing what else to do. In the tranquility that took over the room, she heard, "You commanded me back, Vanessa."

Hearing the sudden voice, the young girl gasped with hands on her chest, breaking heavily. "You scard me." she complained.

"I'm sorry, Vanessa." the voice apologized.

"Did you really leave when I told you to go?"

"You commanded me to leave your life and I did, just as you commanded me to come back and I did."

"So you are under my command."

"Exactly. You can tell me to close my eyes never to see your pink pant and I must close my eyes"

"How will I know you'll obey that particular command?"

"Because I'm under your command."

Vanessa exhaled. She adjusted to the wall while sitting on the bed. "Who are you and where did you come from?" she asked again.

"I'm from the past and I'm here to help you win to win." the voice replied.

"Why me?"

"Because your ancestors helped my family many many years ago."

"So you're an ancient being."

"Point of correction; immortal young ancient being"

"How did you come to the present?"

"I do not know, but the gate between the past and the present was opened."

"By who?"

"I do not know because I know everything."

Vanessa smiled. She stood up to a book and a pen, sat down on a chair then said, "Teach me to win to win."

The voice cleared his throat. "Give me a word or a sentence." he requested.

"Destiny" she said.

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves." the voice replied while Vanessa began to jot them down.

"I wish my dreams come to pass one day." she said.

"Sometimes, the dreams that come past are the dreams you never even knew you had"

Just then, rain began to drizzle. They could feel it from the sound of the roof. Vanessa looked up and said, "It's about to rain."

"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."

She smiled as she kept jotting. "It's natural." she said.

"Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks." The Voice quoted cleverly.

"Beauty"

"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. Beauty is power; a smile is its sword."

Hearing all that, Vanessa stopped jotting, grinning seriously and shaking her head. "So do you think I'm beautiful? I mean, just answer sincerely not cleverly."

"You're a beautiful girl with a great future, Vanessa." the voice replied to see the girl blushing seriously.

"Hey, can I name you?" she requested.

"I am the voice of knowledge and wisdom." he replied.

"No, not that one. I want to name you my Destiny.. I mean.. Just Destiny." she began to smile.

Wow! I think I understand what is going on now, Vanessa was gradually developing feelings for a mysterious voice she cannot see.