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ANNOUNCING THE HONOURABLE MENTION FOR THE AUGUST 2017 #SMC – CHAINS BY MIRIAM OLUWATOSIN OYENIYI
We are rewarding Miriam’s entry for the August 2017 #SMC with an honorable mention because the only thing she did wrong was the failure to present a story of true heroism as implied in the theme, A Season I Was Brave.
No doubt, Chains is a well written story of a philandering married man seeking forgiveness and redemption from his wife. A deep interpretation of the August #SMC theme would reveal that we are looking for a story of a hero who has gone to exceptional lengths to be brave.
Our need to reward Miriam stems from the fact that she has been able to put together a compelling story with a lot of conflict. She also shows a deep understanding of the craft of storytelling and we genuinely want to applaud this effort because it is not all the time you see a budding writer show such dexterity.
Congratulations Miriam. We are appreciative of this work even though you’re a hair’s breadth away from the winning spot.
CHAINS – By Oyeniyi Oluwatosin Miriam
After that night with Mary, I became a slave to Dawn.
“Hey, baby!” Dawn would say as she walks into my office, killer hips and all. On cue, she’d lock the door as fast as she had opened it and proceed gingerly towards me, uncovering seductively on the go. My breaths which have by now become urgent would grow faster as she nears me and I would not be able to contain the rush of hormones that would take over me at the sight of her well-wrought cleavage jingling lavishly above her clean shave. The sudden topple of chairs, table pictures and files during the gymnastics to find the right posture amidst the impractical office furniture would further ram me gaga so that my manuses begin to tremble with ecstasy. With a sway, I’d get her down on her genu, my hard-on shoved in her throat, my moaning artless, and with no concern for the long queue of visitors at the reception, for there is after all, a lot of benefits to being the boss.
We have gone on like this for three months: In the office, car, motel, at her house and in every other possible places. The quickies at the office were the most scintillating of all, seeing the senses of emergency and vanity involved.
On the 30th of November, Dawn swung my office door open and found me already standing by, ready to grab her. She laughed at the impatient bulge on my trousers and I cast her down at once on the soft rug of my executive office floor.
Then the door clicked open. I froze mid-motion.
Damn! I pulled her up, got back in my zippers and dashed out to find my daughter’s friend who had just caught me in the act of adultery.
“Della, please keep this between us.”
But she merely looked at me and walked away poker-faced.
Dawn met me at the exit and said she’d be back.
“Don’t ever come back!” My heart screamed.
I dragged back to my office on tenterhooks, clammy, sore, heedfully preparing to sack my incompetent secretary and cursing myself for forgetting to lock the door. My phone rang.
“You were jamming that small girl, Mr. Williams,” Della accused rawly.
“Della, I beg you…”, I went on to plead, to divulge to her how standoffish my wife had been lately, how I had been denied of sex, how being engrossed with career and children, she had forgotten to rock me, how and how and how unfortunate I had become…bla bla bla.
Della hissed after I spilled all my guts. Then she disconnected the call and dialed back.
“That last call was recorded,” she announced triumphantly.
“There’s only one way out of this,” she continued. “Come do what you did to that girl to me.”
I gasped. Twice.
“You have until tonight, or you watch your marriage crumble by morning.”
My phone dropped from my hand, cognizant of the web I had just got caught in.
The big deal was that I was with this Dawn, a former shop assistant to my wife in order to cover up the affair I had with my then secretary, and in this too I just got caught. Again.
By 7pm, rather than Della’s, I drove home from the office. My wife was in our bathroom and I entered just in time to hear her turn off the shower.
“I had an affair,” I said to her, quavering on my knees.
We are rewarding Miriam’s entry for the…