Sweet Poison

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Tade, a young Nigerian artisan is poor but also greedy. Does he meet his doom through womanizing?

Submitted: August 16, 2013

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SWEET POISON

The day had just begun and Tade was already tired and weak. He could not explain why the tide of life should be turning against him. His workshop where he sharpens cutlasses, Knives and other sharp objects for butlers and farmers had suddenly grown un-productive. The stipend which he gets from the workshop that he uses to sustain his family was drastically reducing. Just this morning only one customer had called and his presence in that shop brew an ill wind. “Why did I even attend to him in the first place, stupid man. To imagine he came here to have me work on credit is very painful. Auuch!” He screamed out in anger as he thought to himself. The customer came to sharpen a cutlass and two diggers. Tade was almost through with the job when suddenly like the flash of lighting he made a costly mistake, due to the fact that he was trying to peep and see the shaking bombom of the orange seller outside. He had been carried away by the tantalizing sensation erupting from the seductive sight when he felt the pain. He looked down with a jack and saw that his last finger had turned into a blood spring.

“I’m tired of this life. Where my labour and sweat brings only bitter fruits. I have been hoping to work hard today and get enough money so that Becky would at least allow me do for two hours. Now see, me, a NCE holder who has no hope for the future. Funmi, my wife left me six months ago all because there was no money to take good care of her. I....” His streams of thoughts were cut short when he noticed a young beautiful lady entre into his workshop.

“Good day sir.” She said eyeing the shop like a curious cat. “You are welcome.” Tade replied. He sprang up quickly from his mourning posture and held tightly to the bandage the auxiliary nurse had applied previously to stop the blood flow. He walked forward to meet the lady. “My name is Tracy; I was just passing by after missing my way, so I just decided to see if I could find a Good Samaritan who might let me rest before I am ready to find my way.” The young lady said. Tade, who loves women and runs after them as if intoxicated, gestured for the lady to take her sit as he dusted the seat to remove invisible dirt. “You are welcome here and accepted, stay as long as you wish. It is only that this place might not be conducive enough for a pretty damsel like you.” Tade said, eyeing her from her head to her toes. She was wearing a tight fitted pink top and a micro-mini jeans skirt, a pair of high heeled pink slippers accompanied with a big pink belt and a burgoos pink ear-ring. She was tall with moderate fat. She was well packed. According to Tade, “the package is fantastic” which he said to her a while after they got talking.

It was amazing to Tade because he could not believe his luck. They had been talking for about two hours already. He now knows that Tracy is twenty-two, making him three years older than her. She hails from a very wealthy family and she was on her way to an exclusive saloon when she missed her way and fortune directed her to his shop. Tade looked up and saw an old man, who happened to be his regular customer, call at the door. “Mr sharpen-sharpen, well done oh! How is everything oh! I beg, I want to sharpen this old cutlass. I don’t know what is wrong with our tools nowadays. You use them a bit and they go blunt. I am tired!” He paused, noting that Tade made no move to stand-up. “Oga, work no dey today?” The man asked with an inquisitive tone. “Of course, if bankers can have public holidays and teachers can have weeks of holidays, why can’t Tade. Baba, please come back tomorrow. As you can see, I have a very important visitor.” Tade replied the old man in a flat tone. “No problem, visitor, take care oh!” The old man said addressing Tracy sarcastically. Tracy picked up her phone and made a phone call. “Hello, yes ... a blacksmith’s shop, opposite Taiwo Food Canteen...yes, exactly... one hour? Okay, no problem. Bye.” She got up and walked towards Tade who was still sitting in the same position. She stood like a statue before him for approximately twenty seconds and suddenly started behaving in a funny manner. Tade did not understand at first but when her mood started changing he tapped the message. Tracy kept her palm on her hips and started rubbing it very slowly in a captivating manner. She rolled her eyes like that of a cap poised in front of its rat prey. She then turned her body in a swaying snaky manner. She stood in front of Tade and started rubbing his body. Tade who was a master in this kind of game cleared his throat and said, “Tracy baby, are you sure you want this because I will give you a full dose and you will not remain the same.” Tracy re-adjusted immediately. She smiled and whispered into Tade’s ears. “Bring it on!” Tade went ahead to lock the door of his workshop and they had it.

Tracy was dressing up when a car horn halted the grave silence of the cool day. She jumped up, got her bag and got well dressed. She looked at Tade and said, “That was nice, I enjoyed myself. Men! Life can really be funny you know! Just like that and it is already as if we have met for years. Hope you would not mind if I invite you to my house for us to discuss better. I don’t like the way you are living. I can give you a cheque when we get home and probably you might move in and start living with me.”  “Really, that is too good to be true, just like that? Princess, I mind. Only that I hope your brother will not be angry and refuse me.” Tade said, looking happy and confused at the same time. He appeared unkept; sweat had messed up his clothes making it stick to his body. He demanded to go and shower and have a change of clothes but Tracy declined and said, “Don’t worry about that, with the car no-one is going to notice you.”

Trying to suppress his shame, Tade followed Tracy to the car. All through the journey, Tade remained quiet but kept thinking to himself. “My life is about to receive a turn-around. At last, all my enemies are dead. Who says Tade will not become rich one day? They should come and see. My former boss who sacked me because I slept with his wife said that women are the weak points of most men. He should come and see a woman being my strong point. Hmmh! I hope I would not miss Becky tonight. That means I have to make excuses and leave Tracy’s house as soon as possible. Oh! My orange girl, let me leave her for tomorrow. Who says it is not sweet to be a man?” Tracy and her brother had been talking in low tones but since Tade had important things to sort out, he payed no attention to them. “We are home now.” Tracy announced. Tade looked up and thought she was probably joking. The car had stopped in front of a dilapidated bungalow, whose roof had seen better days. Goats, chickens and other domestic animals were roaming about in front of the house. Tracy and her brother alighted from the car. Tade got down to join them. He looked around to study the environment. He remembered his secondary school teacher once told him that “if you don’t know where you are going to, you should know where you are coming from.”

The house was one that had a long corridor in between two rolls of rooms. The corridor was dirty and had different objects being littered around. Several inscriptions were made on the wall so much was it that it would have been better not to have had the walls painted. Tracy’s brother led the way, followed by Tade, Tracy was behind them. As they entered the room, everything suddenly turned dark. It took a while before Tade realised that it was his face that had been covered. “Sorry, Tade, I had to do this because I need money badly. Next time, I want you to remember that all that glitters is not gold .I needed a man I had slept with for this ritual and I could not use any of my boyfriends because I have a conscience. So, I decided to opt for a stranger. I searched for a very long time before destiny brought you to me. Sorry.” She paused, looked at the old man who had previously visited Tade’s shop earlier and said, “Baba, now you have it! Start immediately, nothing is delaying us now.” The old man cleared his throat, looked at Tade, shook his head and said, I told you my son; what a man likes the most, kills him.” Tade was confused, he was furious. “I had been deceived. No! Becky! I’m I going to miss her just like that? My orange girl, no, oh! Wait a minute, I am going to die.” He thought to himself and screamed. “Becky! Baba! Oh! I beg, Pleasee eh...” He felt a sharp pain on his head, his whole body went limb. He tasted the sore taste of blood in his mouth. He started feeling himself fade away. His day started badly and his life was ending badly. He struggled for breath and suddenly found himself in another world. With pains all over, he looked and saw Funmi his wife by his side. It was four o’clock in the morning. “What a terrible and terrific dream,” Tade said.


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