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The escape route

His boss was a pain in the butt. She would complain about everything, he had thought about resigning countless times but he was yet to get a better offer.
Women! Women! Trouble and ingratitude is all you get from them. He banged his fists like a maniac against his steering and the horns blared out horribly. He was unaware of the scene he had just created as other drivers stuck in the traffic and passersby cast their odd gaze at him. He realized what his actions had caused then covered it up with a wave of hand and feigned smile.

An hour later, he was driving down his street. The air conditioner blew cool air yet his palms were sweaty. The traffic jam at Mile 2 had been three straight hours of frustration. Soon he drove into his compound, he saw her sitting at their doorstep.

"Not tonight", he muttered.

He turned off the ignition then advanced to the doorstep.

"Why didn't you sleep there?" She lashed out.

He took a deep breathe. "Baby, please not tonight, he pleaded.

"Bae gini?", she retorted in animous furiousity. "You,Filthy cheat! Where are you coming from?" She yelled.

He gestured at her to keep quiet. "I am coming from work.... Keep your voice low"

She stared at him with disgust. "I knew you would lie", she broke down in sobs and held on to his tie with all her might nearly strangling him.

He managed to break free from her grip, dashed to the car and sped off

"Come back here, Damian!", she screamed into the air.

He had been raised by a single mother and had hoped to find bliss in his own marriage. He knew about the ills of wife battering, his mother had been his irresponsible father's punching bag.
Lola had always been a good lady during their courtship but after their first child, she pulled off her face mask.

"How do I make her understand that its not every well-built handsome looking man that cheats", he yelled as he struggled with the steering to take a swift swerve and avoid an impending collision with a Honda truck.

Lola had made him leave the house tonight, it was just better he did it. He had to see his crush, the only one who he would desire to kiss in a rush.
He parked the car, alighted and ran into her house like a helpless puppy. He longed to touch her yet he must pay to feel this touch. He gave a flimsy excuse and laid his hands on her.

Her body was cold perhaps due to the harmattan, he caressed her and their lips brushed. He unbuckled his belt and took full taste of her over and over again.

"Sir, we don't sell on credit ..... Your money, please!", the bartender requested in a calm tone. He fumbled through his pockets for money then turned around to see Lola.

"Yeye man, I knew you would be hiding here", her exasperated voice echoed in his head and he fainted.


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