Solomon Grundy: Wednesday 1

Solomon yawned lazily and rolled on the king sized bed. The couple in the degas above him starred undauntedly into the distance as he fought the urge to get up from the bed. The alarm clock on the bedside table rang a second time after the snooze period had elapsed and he sighed; accepting defeat. He kept out of the bed and stretched, stifling a yawn as he did. Outside, the sun was now where to be found and the world was still just waking at some minutes past six. This was his routine every day. He breathed and lived it.

Solomon sauntered towards the nine-foot tall mirror and examined his reflection. He ran a quick diagnosis of himself like he had seen his boss do.

Heavy eye bags;
not enough sleep.

Dampened complexion; result of returning home late every day from the hospital

And some wrinkles on his forehead; no lady influence. He hoped.

He had to remedy that. Now.

He plucked his phone from the bedside table, opened the call log and scrolled down to ‘Head Doctor Suleiman’. He proceeded to click the dial button but was interrupted as the alarm clock rung again.

“Shit.” He cursed and hurriedly stopped the clock from emitting its silence-shattering wake up call. He looked at his phone in disbelief and shook his head. Calling his boss who was probably nestled in a cuddle with his retired wife at six would have resulted in deep scolding. Not from his boss alone but from his wife too, who he was affiliated with. A query might even accompany the scolding not minding whether he was the hospital’s most promising prospect or not.

He returned the phone to its previous position and shuddered as someone knocked on the bedroom door. Florence. He had forgotten about that part of the routine.

“Mr. Grundy Junior Sir.” Her warm voice coursed into the room from the corridor preceding it.

“Yes mummy.” He answered wearily. He heard her chuckle and smiled.

Florence had been the main figure in his life as he grew over the years. Employed some weeks after his christening, he had watched her bath and cater for him every morning and evening till he was four and able to bath himself. Even then, she didn’t stop taking care of him. Coiled with his father’s official assignments in Britain and his mother’s insistence in accompanying him, Florence had been the principal guardian in his life. Hence, they weren’t any surprised persons when his first words were “mummy…mummy” and they were directed at her. The same words he just called her some moments ago.

“You know you don’t have to call me that Sir.” She paused and Solomon waited for the next question she would ask. The same one he had heard every morning for the past two and a half years since he got employed at the hospital.

“Do I get Wale to get the car ready sir?”

“No dear, I’m not going to work today.”

“Why, if I may ask Sir?”

“I need some rest… and a woman.” He added after another thought.

“Of course you do- Sir.”

He wondered if she took offence at his sudden suggestion of requiring another woman in his life asides him. He walked to the door and opened it. Her petite frame stood just outside the archway. He noticed her dark skin had gotten fairer over the years due to hours on hours spent indoors. Time spent catering for him, like his parents should have. He gritted his teeth and she frowned.

“What’s wrong sir?”

“Nothing Florence.”

She shot him a knowing look. One he had seen over the years. It always came before her placing him on her laps and scanning his body like a detective for wounds and bruises either dealt him from his rough play with the other kids or from the fists and boots of bullies. Sadly, she couldn’t do that anymore. And he didn’t have bullied on his back or little kids to run around with. This bruise was psychological and her resolute sigh told him she knew so too.

“If you say so sir… May I ask where you’ll be headed then?”

“Nowhere. I intend to stay home and rest.”

She smiled. Or did she? He wasn’t sure. It had vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“I thought…” she cleared her throat. “I thought you needed a woman.”

“I have all the ‘woman’ I need right here in my view.”

“Ha-ha!” She exclaimed in a mocked laughter. “Wash up and get dressed. Breakfast would be ready in an hour and a half… Sir.”

“You don’t have to address me as such Florence.”

“Of course I don’t but I prefer it that way. An hour and a half Solomon, don’t be late.” She said and headed downstairs.

He felt warmness in his chest as she called his name. Something he hadn’t felt in ages. Before she went down the stairs she looked at him one last time and he shone his teeth at her like he always did to show he had been a good boy.


* * *


Solomon trudged down the stairs approximately an hour and a half later as she had said. Florence’s smile grew broader as the floor above her shuddered gently with each step he too. She made finishing touches to the dining table and disappeared through the door that led to the kitchen. Solomon came into view in a blue shirt and grey slacks as he climbed down the last stairs and entered the vast dining room. The dining table which could sit eight, twelve on a full day carried sets of plates, cutlery, bowls and food.

“You know it’s just me eating right?” He asked as she appeared from the kitchen.

“I know.” She didn’t add the customary Sir or his name and it bothered him a little.

“Join me Florence. I hate eating alone.” He said as she was about to leave. She shot him a look as if to ask if he was sure of what he had just said and he nodded. She shrugged and picked the seat closest to his. They ate in silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other.

“You need a woman Solomon.” Florence said as they rounded up their meal.

He choked on his food and struggled to swallow. “A woman? I thought I have you.”

“Ha-ha… I’m serious Solomon. I watch you come home every day, in the dead of the night with a long face and tired arms. You basically just shower and collapse on your bed. A woman could help relieve you of the stress.”

He dropped his fork and folded his arms. He wanted to speak but his throat felt constricted.

“Won’t you say anything?”

“Okay.” He managed to say agreeing with her deduction. “I’ll work on that.”

“Of course you would.” She suddenly had a wry smile on her face and Solomon knew he was in for it. “I’ve asked Wale to get ready the Honda… you’re going out today.”

He thought to speak but decided against it. She pretty much had her mind made up. He won’t give in easily though.

“Why the Honda if I might ask?” He hoped it sounded as sarcastic as it did in his head. “What’s wrong with the Peugeot or the Range?”

Her sly grin in return told him all he needed to know. He had failed.

“Because young beautiful ladies like a handsome young man in a Honda. Go to your room now, get dressed and get out there and bring me a beautiful bride.”

She pushed her chair back beneath her, got up and started ridding the table of the dirty plates and cutlery. Solomon hesitated and watched her hoping she would turn to look at him and say she was joking. She ignored his presence and he got up defeated and strode upstairs to get dressed. Mummy has spoken. He had to get a wife. A beautiful one at that.


* * *


Solomon walked into the open hall of the Ikeja City Mall in a black shirt and grey pants and duly observed its interior. Dozens of people flooded in and out of the complex oblivious of his watching eyes. A young lady in jeans and a yellow t-shirt caught his eyes and he turned away from her to face another few looking. He had known this would happen. No matter how much they had seen white men, black people just had to take another glance. He turned again and watched the earlier lady climb the exterior stairs to the gallery above. He blamed Florence for his predicament and stepped outside through the revolving door.

It was barely 10 am and he had to get going if he was to accomplish what Florence had sent him out to do. The noise around him heightened and he decided to take a short break. He put on his glasses that managed to hide the bright blue color of his eyes and sauntered into KFC. He ordered a mini sized burger and a Pepsi and picked his spot at the extreme end of the restaurant just in view of the flat screen TV that had Beyoncé running along seashore and the world outside the restaurant. He took a sip from the Pepsi with a straw and scanned the other occupants of the restaurant.

An old woman, probably in her fifties sat at a table with two kids a boy and a girl. She sighed for the umpteenth time as she struggled to get both of them to sit. Solomon glanced at the empty bottles of Pepsi on the table and figured why she was having a tough time getting hyperactive kids to sit. The girl who looked older and much harder to restrain hopped to a nearby table that sat a young lady in a maroon dress. She beamed a glowing smile at the young girl and said something that made her giggle. Solomon smiled as he watched both of them and froze when she caught his stare. She smiled at him and turned her attention back to the girl not before she winked. Or did she? He wasn’t sure. He clasped his hands and tried to affirm what he had just witnessed wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Only one way to figure out, he decided. He adjusted his glasses grabbed his tray of food and sauntered in the direction of her table.

As he got closer the tray wobbled as his hands got clammy and held his breath to hide the effect of his racing heart on his chest. Her long black hair was tied behind her in a bun and the crane of her nose glistened in the light as she bent to whisper something in the girl’s ear.

“Hi.” His voice croaked and he bit his lower lip. She raised her head to look at him and he exhaled in his bid to avoid opening his mouth in amazement. She was beautiful. Her eyes shone brightly and her smile had his racing heart up a gear.

“Hello.” She replied gleefully.

“May I join you?” He sighed in relief as his voice sounded better although he could have sworn he held cowardice in it.

“I guess so.” She crossed her legs, putting the right one over the left with so much grace that it had him reeling in admiration. He placed his tray on the table gently and took his seat opposite her. A couple of boys passed by and ogled at him like he was an alien but he feigned ignorance.

“I’m Solomon… Solomon Grundy.” He held out his hand. She hesitated raised her eyebrows and shook it. It felt warm in his and he felt a chill down his spine.

“And I’m Little-Red… Little-Red Riding-Hood.” They laughed and he stroked his hand under the table to calm himself.

“Apparently, you don’t like giving strangers your name.”

“Neither do you.” She started swinging the handing foot and studied his eyes under his glasses.

“What do you mean? I told you my name.” She bent her head in a forty-five degrees angle and her eyes opened in amazement.

“Wait… you’re not kidding. Your name is Solomon Grundy?!”


“Like the rhyme?”

“Oh…” He smiled now realizing why she had given him a fake name. One from an old fable akin to his. “Well yes it is. Just like the rhyme.”

“Let me guess you were born on a Monday?”


“Hmm… and were you by any chance christened on a Tuesday?” A glint had appeared in her eyes and a mischievous grin played at the corners of her mouth.

“Oddly, yea.”

“Shut the front door! Any chance you’re going to marry today?” He squinted and she quickly added “… seeing today is Wednesday.” He laughed and she smiled that glowing smile again.

The old woman stood up to leave and the kids tugged at her arms but she dragged them nonetheless. The girl waved at the lady and poked her tongue at him. He poked his right back at her and grinned.


“Huh? Did you just call me beast?”

“Well, yea. You just poked your tongue at a small girl. That’s mean.” She folded her hands and looked straight at him.

He laughed and stopped when he noticed she didn’t join him.

“I’m sorry, I was only teasing her.”

“I’ve heard.” She waved him away and drank from a bottle of water with a straw.

“And I’m not mean, I’m just annoyingly sarcastic.”

“Really?” The mischievous grin was back on her face. “Say something sarcastic.”

“Err…you have to make a statement first.”

“Hmm. . .Okay. I love your blue eyes. They fit your tanned skin perfectly.”

“I know…” He said as calm as he could. “I can’t help it, I love them too.”


He laughed again. This time she joined him.


To be continued

Apparently, this episode lengthened beyond my control. So, I decided to break it into two parts. The second would be posted today. Thanks for reading.

Mike Dammy

A Criminal’s Statement by @PsychicOluBukki

A Criminal's statement | Sourced from Google

A Criminal’s statement | Sourced from Google

    The man is my husband
    Well supposed a husband
    His life is a short story
    I threw him out the storey

    You may chain me down
    but If He is raised by Jesus
    I will put him back down
    by the name of Jesus.

    He wooed, he promised
    We vowed, we married
    All over there’s boxers league
    but I became his audition.

    The union’s offspring are spectators
    He’s a beautiful liquid downer
    He mouthwashes with dried leaves in paper
    come evening his dragging feet announces.

    These were not his ways
    Battery medal was not a honour
    Arose shameful sensual torture
    The little ones would sob
    but sure not to cry.

    Money was not a compliment.
    This man became useless
    Perhaps not to the authority
    To me, the union and the children
    He deserves death.

    I hope the survivors know peace
    after my capital punishment.

Julian Ogunleye
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Dee 4: The Plan

Welcome to the 4th and Final sequel to the Dee series.
The story has taken a really crazy twist but that’s for you to find out. 😉
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Dee 2
Dee 3

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How dumb can I be!
Why the hell didn’t I see this coming?
I call out to one of my friends standing behind me. The other one just remains quiet with his head bowed down.

Mae’s gone!

Dammy, I know.
Let’s go.

He tries to pull me away but I wriggle myself free and fall back at the base ot the headstone. My body shaking like a leaf threatened to be torn down by the wind.

Dammy, Silas calls out, pain diluted with regret in his voice.
You need to be a man about this.
She’s gone, forever.

Not Mae,
Not my Mae.

After several replays of this scenario, I reluctantly agree to follow them. Amidst the sobbing, I take one last glance at the headstone, can’t clearly see it because of my short sightedness but I know what’s clearly written on it.


    Born: Sep 19, 1988
    Died: Jul, 23, 2012

    She loved the Lord
    And she’s gone to meet him

Don’t feel sorry for me. Don’t.
What you should be feeling now should be hatred because I threw away my most priced possession, my jewel, but you wouldn’t understand. Let me make you.

It all started two months ago.
Actually, it started one year ago.
The day she walked into my office and asked for help. She looked so fragile, so sweet.
If only I knew there was a devil lurking behind that smile,

Shortly after Dee’s declaration of her love for me, I chose to keep my distance. It wasn’t easy as first, but I got better at it. Remember it started with this call;


We have to stop this,

Stop what?
Dammy, what’s wrong?



We need to stop talking. We need to stop chatting. Your last consultation is the last I’ll ever grant you cos I need you out of my life.

Dammy.. She sounded desperate
You shouldn’t be. Let’s talk this like adults.

You should have considered that before you tried to ruin my life.

Dammy, this is not fair. I was in love… No… Am in love with you. How is confessing my love a crime?
I could hear her crying already.

Not considering who I was with when you made the statement is your crime.
Dee, I mean, Tola, I can’t even consider calling you Dee anymore, not that it matters at all,
This is goodbye from me.

And that was the end.
I never heard from Dee again;
No calls, no messages, nothing.

And I got back to Mae, or Feyi if you don’t mind, Mae was the nickname I gave her.
We got closer, loved more, played more and all seemed well. It even got better when I proposed to her. We were supposed to marry this coming saturday.
So, we got our marriage preparations underway quickly. Both our families were delighted. Even Feyi’s sister started to like me.

Everything looked so perfect;
The wedding preparations were on point, friends and families showed their love and total support, there were no hitches, no issues, and most importantly no Dee.
But this perfect picture was about to go totally wrong.

2 weeks to the wedding, Mae told me about her friend coming from America that were going to stay over at our house. She said it was just for the wedding period. I shouldn’t have accepted but I said yes.
Soon, the friend arrived and I was reading in the study when they stepped in.

Mae called out.
Are you home? I brought my friend o!

Coming! I replied as I smiled, removed my reading glasses and went to the sitting room.
I entered the sitting room and was rooted to the spot when I saw the lady my bride to be called her friend;

I stuttered as I tried to recover from the shock.
What are you doing here?

Dammy! Mae exclaimed
Is that how you treat a guest?
And who’s this Dee you keep talking about?

She came over and pecked me on the cheek before she introduced me to the lady that was to ruin her life.

Meet my best friend in high school, Tola.

Hey Dammy. The devil grinned.
You didn’t tell me he was a stunner, Feyi.

Stop it jor! Mae replied already blushing.
At least, don’t say it in his front, he’ll not let me rest now. She giggled
You should have even met him before, I gave you his contact when you wanted to get over your hatred for boys, why didn’t you give him a call?

Oh! That.. She threw a glance that looked like a threat at me and I shivered in fear as to what she might have been thinking.
It dosent matter, I’ve gotten over it. was her final reply.

Oh! Good.

I still didn’t move a muscle. My imagination played out different ways in which this whole situation could turn out and none were good for Mae.
Dee was back and under the same roof too.
I could already smell trouble.

Soon enough, she showed what her intention for coming was. Dee hadn’t come to rejoice with us, she had come to break us apart.
Days on end, she tried seducing me.
And one after the other, I rejected her advances. A couple of times, she ended up with a swollen face. It was so funny when she was explaining to Mae the allergies she had to a particular insect that caused the swelling. I always tried hard not to laugh at this point and many times I lost and left Mae puzzled as to what might be fascinating me about CNN.

Three nights to the wedding and my biggest test from Dee was yet to come. Mae had to stay over at her aunt’s place and called to tell me that I was gonna be alone with the devil herself. Stepping into the house was scary on its own and I wasn’t disappointed when I did. There, in the center of my sitting room was my last test and it was wearing a sexy black lingerie.

Damn, you’re sexy. I muttered under my breath and I suddenly remembered how to pray as she advanced towards me, slowly but surely.

Don’t fight it. She said before she planted a kiss on my lips. She knew what was on my mind and she smiled in triumph.

I know you want me. You always have. She knelt down and as she unzipped my trousers, I saw a portrait of Mae and I in the far corner. We looked so happy. She looked so happy. I smiled and said;



Stop it. Still shocked, I walked away from her as calm as I could to my room leaving her speechless where she knelt. As I was about to shut the door; I congratulated her on an almost successful mission.

Good try, Dee
But I aint losing Mae for just that.

And I quickly shut the door and threw the key somewhere I wouldn’t find it easily before my already hardened (you know what) made me pay for my pride and trust me, I prayed till the next morning.

The night before the wedding soon came and I had to work late to put things in order before I left for my honeymoon with the love of my life. After all the tests, last night, I had stayed strong.
I had won and Dee had lost.

As I packed to leave for home, my phone rang. The caller, Silas and he broke the news that broke my will.

Hello. I still remember the urgency in his voice.

Silas, what’s wrong? I asked, already fearing the worst.

Its Feyi….. Feyi’s dying….

Where are you?

I’m at the Island Hospital, that one you use.
Get here now!

I’m on my way

I left all I was doing and rushed to the hospital and saw my bride almost lifeless, foaming and shivering violently. My Mae was dying and all I could do was watch and cry.
The nurses pulled me out of the theatre and I had one last glimpse of my Mae fighting for her life.
Autopsy read heart failure due to food poisoning and it was all my fault.
Night after the operation, I called Silas,

Are you okay? Dammy

Yea… Just make sure things go according to plan. My guess is that Dee’s still around to make sure Mae’s dead.

No P, man. I’ll do just that. I called the marble guys and also the wood carvers. They should be ready tomorrow.

Make sure they are.
The burial must hold immediately.
And Silas…


We’re moving somewhere else.


America, Australia, anywhere. As long as I don’t remember all what has happened.

Its alright man, I understand you….
Before I forget, the doctor called.
She’s recuperating well.

Alright, just make sure no one knows about this.

The police searched for Dee after this but she was nowhere to be found. My guess is that she went back to where she came from.


I’m on my way to the airport. I’ve chosen to move to australia and start a new life, can’t stick around to remember this pain.
I just stopped by Silas’s home to say goodbye.
He was really helpful in making this plan work.
He’s truly a friend.

Dammy, we did it.
The bitch is gone.

I know. I replied still smiling at the fact that I wasn’t going to see my second best friend again.
She won’t be troubling us anymore.

Yeah! He exclaimed.
We have to drink to that!

Drink ko.
Omuti oshi! I have to go now jor. My bride’s waiting for me.

Lover boy, he teased.
Go get her. You deserve it. I’ll try and keep in touch.

You do just that.
I do hope you’ll drop by one day.

I hugged him one last time and exited his apartment.

Silas; a true friend indeed.
Who thought we would pull this off.
Make Dee believe she succeeded.
Kudos to the doctor for trying his best. My Mae could have been dead now.

I smile now as I recall the fake burial,
the fake newspaper adverts,
the headstone,
my resignation letter,
the carved wood rotting in the casket six feet under,
Dee returning abroad after a supposed job “well done.”
My wailing. Thank God I took those acting classes in school.
And Silas, he was wonderful.
Our plan did work!

I soon get to the airport and I search for her.
And then, I see her.
Basking in the sunlight, her beauty as tantalizing as ever was;
My bride;
My best friend;
My Mae.

The End.


And that’s the end to the Dee series.
Whew, its been a hell of a journey but I hope it was worth it.

As much as I want to stop here, I just have to add that the Dee sequel is just an eye opener into what happens in our society today.
Betrayal, lack of trust, disloyalty; all of this have become rampant and most times we can do nothing to avoid it. What we can do though is to avoid flowing with the tide and being unique.
Stand out and fight for your Mae.
Life may not smile on you the way it smiled on Dammy but there’s always a silver lining in every dark cloud. That silver lining is what you should look out for.
Love, Trust, be Loyal and most importantly, never give up on him or her.

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