Tales By The Brothel

Episode 11

The occupants of the cell gawked at me with awe at the force by which the officers pushed me into the cell.

As soon as I was inside, I surveyed the people inside there one by one. All of them looked like criminals from head to toe.

From the very gigantic to the very dwarfish, there eyes where all bloodshot and very red in colour.

There were marks all over their body sustained most likely from wounds during fights and reckless encounters.

They stared at me for like 2minutes before one of them, the very gigantic one, asked me what brought me to the cell.

“I was accused wrongly,” I explained shaking my head emphatically from side to side.

“Dis yeye man still get mouth to dey speak english,” the dwarfish one guffawed.

“Imagine o,” another one added in support.

“Common go lick our Kodo nyash!” A fair one barked.

It took some seconds for my brain to decode what they meant by go lick Kodo nyash.

That by Kodo they meant the gigantic guy and by lick nyash they meant I should use my tongue and lick the very gigantic guy’s anus.

I guess it was a form of initiation they devised for themselves and for new people entering the cell.

I wondered what on earth would ever make me get my nostrils anywhere near a fellow man’s anus not to talk of my tongue. And worst of all, an anus which I can’t remember the last day it was washed not to talk of cleaned.

I hesitated and drew back some couple of steps. The men got angry and advanced towards me menacingly.

“U no wan lick our Kodo nyash abi?” They asked as they drew nearer. Then one landed a very dirty slap on my cheek. Out of reflex, I lounged forward and replied with a dirtier slap which stunned the others momentarily before they all plunged forward and started giving me the beating of my life. If not for the quick intervention of the officers on duty, I guess their intention was to beat me to death.

The officers removed me from the cell and then put me into a single cell.

The single cell was so small that their wasn’t room to sit talkmore of lie down.

The cell was constructed in such a way that all it could afford its occupant was to keep standing till God knows when.

I stood like this for hours till I couldn’t bear it anymore and started shouting at the top of my voice.

The officers heard my voice but ignored me and my scream entirely.

By morning, my two legs where swollen and had developed oedema.

They then brought me out and asked me to sit momentarily behind the counter. It wasn’t long before Mrs Theresa Obianodo and her husband walked into the police station and my jaw dropped when I looked up and saw that the man was in complete army uniform…