Sunday, February 17, 2008

Flashback 1998

I have been staring at my blog with some trepidation for over 24 hours because I could not, for the life of me, figure out what to blog about. I thus went once more in search of those trusted notebooks that I used to rely on whilst in secondary school; some of which I have been able to keep till today and browsed through for some reclyable story.

I found this one. It was apparently written when I was in SS1 because it says on the front of the exercise book "SS1x". I cannot figure out why I wrote this but something tells me, I must have just relinquised my hold on Sidney Sheldon's "Sands of time" or something that Harold Robbins wrote. Sometimes, when I come across something I wrote a long time ago, I have to convince myself that I indeed wrote the words. My nonsense handwriting on the ruled page indicates that somehow, I did.....please bear in mind that I was only fourteen when I wrote this...I found it funny.


They lay on their stomachs on the sand, hidden by the bushes. The soldiers were approaching them and Jamie Miro's hand tightened on the ridge of his machine gun. Clara looked round her from Rodrigo whose blonde hair has been swept impatiently into a pony tail and whose eyes were fixed on the approaching soldiers, to Deedee who lat flat on her belly, a knife between her teeth and a machine gun in her hand. She glanced at Jamie Miro and wondered what she could do to help.

A thought came to her head and she knew it was the only way. Shrugging off her sweater to expose creamy full breasts in a miniscule bra, she proceeded to get up. Jamie stopped her, his eyes flying to her chest,
"What do you think you are doing?" he whispered huskily. Deedee and Rodrigo looked up and the original annoyance on Rodrigo's face turned to shocked surprise and the look on Deedee's turned to disgust and hatred when she saw how the men's eyes were trained on her chest.
Without answering, Clara reached and pulled the knife from Deedeee's teeth and stood up.
Jamie was about to yank her back to the ground but changed his mind. The soldiers had sighted Clara and drawn their rifles but they did not fire. Jamie tensed ready to blast at everyone of the soldiers if they tried anything on her. He watched in surprise as Clara ran towards the soldiers sobbing.

"Thank God I've found you...Oh, thank God," she sobbed as she flung herself into the arms of one of the soldiers. Embarassed and bewildered, the soldier held her soft body in his arms until her fake sobs subsided for them to question her.
"Where are you coming from" one with extremely bad breath and tobacco stained teeth asked.
Clara lifted her head from the chest of the one she was holding on to. She did not know why she was holding on this one because he smelt like something from the sewer but considering the odour coming from his friend's mouth, she decided he would be even worse. She moved away from him, giving the three soldiers full view of her breasts.
"I don't know..."she stammered, tears forming again in her blue eyes, "I just...ran...they...tried to kill...me. They've...killed...my...uncle." she finished, bursting into fresh sobs, her breasts heaving on her chest.
The third soldier who wore glasses was beginning to drool as he glared at her breasts and his mind went back to the last time he had had a woman and he felt a tightening in his groin. Swallowing hard, the first soldier asked,
"where were you headed for?"
Clara shook her mane of dark hair and lifted her hands helplessly, lifting her bosom in the process. Their eyes followed the movement.
The one with tobacco stained teeth winked at his mates.
"Let's get you to the jeep. It's right behind those bushes."
Mumbling her thanks, she got up and followed the soldiers behind the bushes.


Jamie almost jumped out to shoot them when he knew their intentions but Deedee held him.
"She started it," she drawled slowly, "let her finish it. If the soup starts to bubble, then we'll help her eat it." (I am not even sure where I got this phrase from)
Jamie looked at Rodrigo who nodded and settled down, gritting his teeth. He couldn't let anything happen to her. She was special. But why? She had done nothing but jeopardise the mission so far...
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard gunfire coming from behind the bushes and a scream of pure agony pierced the air. Just as he was about to get up, he saw two of the soldiers walking out backwards from behind the bushes. they were looking at twin muzzles of two rifles and the person at the other end was Clara.

Clara didn't even bat an eyelid as she urged them to step backwards. She was barechested as they had relieved her of her bra but she was oblivious to all that. All she could think of was the two men in front of her. She had never felt this way before but it felt familiar; so familiar that it was frightening. She had not even thought twice before pumping the tobacco-stained teeth one with the heavy lead.
She looked at their surprised faces and smiled nastily,
"so where is the jeep?' she asked. the one with the glasses started to shift foot but she grinned warningly, "tsk, tsk, tsk...ah, ah, ah, don't try me honey or you'd be in hell in a sec."
The guy stood still, horror planted on his face but his friend did not seem to believe her and tried to make a clumsy grab at the rifle. Clara did not even take her eyes off the other one as she released fire on his body. the body jerked in dance-like movements and when the body hit the floor, it lay twitching with the force of the bullets before it finally lay still.
Swinging the heavy metal on the other man, she grinned,
"so cutey boy, I've got twice the amount of music, you wanna dance or you wanna show this fancy jeep?"
The man nodded profusely and began to walk through the jungle.

Jamie, Deedee and Rodrigo got up.....


That was where I stopped, apparently at the end of my cache of cliches, incessant repetitions and oddly constructed sentences delivered in handwriting better suited to a harried doctor. I am still trying to figure out what the end of the story was supposed to be and what the beginning of it would have been....

27 comments:

bumight said...

marking territory!

InCogNaija said...

Just felt like joining the bandwagon in claiming 1st and then going back to read up...its a funny concept!
I am sha 1st sha!! will be back to comment. lmao!!

InCogNaija said...

can u imagine this!!! Outrage!!! travesty!!! The both comments literarily came in together...BUMIGHT!!!*holding my fist up*

bumight said...

*grinning sheepishly at previous comments*

I agree, where were u going with this one? maybe break was over and the teacher for the next period was already in class that's why u stopped?
it's still lovely nonetheless

InCogNaija said...

i like the idea of a hawt babe, long mane, barechested, and holding an assault rifle... *smirk*

Naapali said...

I am going to be so bold as to say you had just started sprouting when you wrote this, hence the inordinate use of breasts, bosom, barechested. Fourteen year old you was writing about stirring in loins!

1stpet2v9 said...

LMAO!!! @ 14 ah? Catwalq!!! lol

Idemili said...

Hahahah! I think we all used to write like this. Could you really blame us? It was mostly due to the books we read. Haven't you read Jaja's blog on the subject?

geisha said...

i actually like this! with editing it could be something. for a 14 year old its not bad

ablackjamesbond said...

Not bad at all for a 14 year old. Quite some imagination.

Thanks for stopping by.

Nwanyi Ocha said...

14 or not, i like ....

but ms catwalq, where exaclty did you get your knowledge on the effects breasts have on renegade soldiers? ...lol

Nyemoni said...

LOL...I cant laff o catwalq! all I can say is what were you thinking? But for a 14 year old, you sure had a vivid imagination!

gishungwa said...

i blame it on the books we read growing up, the mills and boons, sidney sheldon's et al. Nice one

Carlang said...

lol.

i think i like it.
I'm actually considering copying it and finishing it at home.

Is that okay?

Happy Valentine by the way.
Sucks that you;re so far away..
Your muzzles and all...

Overwhelmed Naija Babe said...

lmao... so no be today this thing start.. lmfao. hope u feel better my angel

Jaybabe said...

..LOL...!!!

Will be ry back

Jinta said...

prodigy, is what i'd say

Afolabi said...

"tightening in the groin"..hahaa na so e dey happen? If at all there is a change in shape, it should be more of elongation...lol. This piece was good though, I would have loved to meet you when you wrote this.

Tandra said...

man, did you pay attn to the book!! LOL...
interesting

Unbiased said...

Babes i am so in the same position right now. Blogged out. Wish i had a magic notebook. lol!!!
So what are the rules for out blogville chef turf struggle. Are there any?

Afrobabe said...

lmao....the funniest part was clutching abi na holding the rope of his gun...which rope abeg...

Men cat, you spoil before me oh....hehehehhe my parents would have had a fit if they had found something like that...

darkelcee said...

thot i dropped a comment earlier?

i have a question for u wish it can be answered sha>......

"what were you thinking when you wrote that story?

lol

Carlang said...

head to Autupuyoyo's page...

Uzo said...

You at a loss on what to blog about?

Arewa said...

14 YR OLD WITH such VIVID IMAGINATION...LOL. Practice makes perfect..see u blossomed into a talented writer after all that.

Zena said...

this?at 14? interesting

guerreiranigeriana said...

haha...this at fourteen?...*raised eyebrow*...impressive...i like...