Love Is Murder

The Wish For Fewer Days

All the sorrow in the world, won't stop death, the way it crawls and slides into victims, like a magnet. It's dark rope covers the night, as it came for Dele's mom.

Effortlessly she was gone. Lost to the world forever. Dele was an only child, of a dead mother, and a runaway father.

Too afraid of responsibility, too afraid to see reality.A reality that goes no where, a reality that has no destiny.

Dele hawked and tried to make a living, only if he knew what that meant. He scurried the streets of Lagos, his feet white as the snow.

His ankles hurt and aching, begging for rest.His spirit was troubled daily so much it needed rest.

He contemplated suicide, but that'll anger his dead mother, and her legacy.How much he loved his mother so, the way she said sweet words of encouragement.

She never considered them underprivileged. She prayed and fasted, believing in a messiah, just like the rest of the ignorant world.

She payed her tithes and read the Bible. She hoped, that God's prosperity would one day save them, so she payed seeds after seeds of money.

And that was the story, of how Dele never went to school. Dele believed in God, he believed in destiny.

And he was blessed for his faith and beliefs, when a strange uncle of his, came to take care of him in his household. It was too much to take in, and he felt overwhelmed.

Uncle Olaniyi was an investment banker, with a beautiful wife and a mansion for his house.

The house was stories high, Dele felt frightened by the display of wealth, and for weeks he got lost in passages, lobbies of the building.

It's interior was decorated like a palace and he felt that this is where he belonged. Uncle Olaniyi was childless, for a reason he could never decipher.

With such wealth there should be children, to inherit them he puzzled. This thought left him after a month.

The house was a huge one, it needed a cleaner to wipe and sweep. Dele was it's number one candidate for the job, he held all the requirements for it, he was ignorant and couldn't mask his illiteracy. He was an orphan who did as he was told.

This was all the help he got, it was white collar slavery at it's best. At least he got food to eat and a shelter to lay in.

Then came a day ,Dele was summoned into the Masters bedroom, to clean. Uncle Olaniyi was on the bed. His night robe on him, all gold complimenting his fat belly, many an indulgence caused that.

As soon as Dele was in the room, he hurried to the door to close it. Dele was scared and piqued at first, his curiosity was heightened by fear.

He thought the house was under attack and held a fighting face to show he wasn't scared.
Uncle Olaniyi came closer to him, clearly noticing his dilemma, his reactions, he has done this a lot of times.

With many a willing partner. All in hush tones and closed doors in private lush hotels. Quickly he held Dele's hand.

"Young Man, wouldn't you like to feel pleasures that men haven't been able to phantom," said Uncle Olaniyi slowly, emphasizing every word.

"What do you mean Uncle?" Dele asked perplexed. His heart rate increasing with every word.

"Allow me to touch you and surely you will see," Uncle Olaniyi said,"Let me caress your body with my hands, feel the hardness between your legs and suck the pain away from them."

Uncle Olaniyi kissed him on the lips, a very disgusting affair, Dele resistance was anticipated. But couldn't stop the lust of his uncle, his bulging erection protrudimg from his shorts.