Green Babies

12:30 am, the club was bubbling as usual. Loud music, roaming lights, people dancing wantonly on the dance flow, bodies rubbing bodies, groins grinding groins, lust, passion, music. Everyone there had left who they were and worn new personas; freedom for the night was the recurring theme through their minds…that was the singular purpose.

At one corner there were the carefree rich play boys trying to out buy each other and in the other end were the ones just chilling and smoking, taking shots close to the bar. Surveying the club, nodding to the music, below the 'getting noticed' radar. 

The dance floor was filled with all kinds of people, pairs dancing, lone dancers, girl groups waiting for a stray guy to summon the boldness to walk into a trap they had decided to set even before they took the dance floor, Casanovas with several girls, and lone girls waiting for a guy to walk up to them and chat them up. It was a mix of personalities, temperaments, schemes, plans, and clans. 

He was there, like he usually was every Friday night. He held a glass of vodka in his hand while the bottle was still on the table; he intended to finish it, like he usually did every Friday night.

He liked the regular section of the club; there he could remain obscure and unnoticed. He liked it that way; he always tried his best not to attract any attention. He took another shot of the liquor as he scanned the club. The perfect girl was out there somewhere.

He held the vodka bottle up and stared at it. The bottle was half empty, he smiled at himself. He wasn't sure whether it was out of a sense of accomplishment or just plain amusement of a routine he had repeated uncountable times.

'Hi,' a female voice from his right side. He smiled and then turned to see who the friendly female was. She had taken a seat beside him at the bar, and was smiling flirtingly at him. He smiled back…flirtingly.

'Hi,' he replied. He looked into the girl's eyes and knew she was perfect. The perfect girl had come to him.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, none of them uttering a word, then she turned away giggling.

'What's funny,' he asked.

'You,' she replied still smiling, 'excuse me,' she turned and ordered for a glass of Irish cream liquor.

He kept staring at her as she reached for her glass and brought it close to her mouth to take a sip. There was something different about her. She brought out a stick of cigarette from its packet and lit it.

'So,' she giggled, blowing out some smoke after taking a drag, the way she released the smoke from her mouth was so gracious he couldn't stop staring, 'you really know how to stare at a lady,' she laughed.

'I'm not staring,' he replied, still staring at her, 'I'm gawking, spellbound…you are really pretty.'

She giggled and then took another drag, 'you flatter me too much.'

'I'm not flattering you, you actually are,' she was the prettiest girl in the club that morning, he wondered why she had come alone, other men had also noticed her and were staring, some waiting for her to loose interest in him, ready to pounce.

She had sparkling dazzling eyes one rarely ever sees, they looked like they could burn through anything. Fire, he thought, those eyes where fire. She had a nose that was beautifully carved, a little pointed, but not too long. Her lips where beautifully shaped, they looked forbidden, like they held death in them.

He watched her drag the cigarette as if her life depended on it at the same time with the finesse of an Artist that had mastered an Art. She was perfect.

She turned to him and smiled, 'you know, there's something about you that I just can't place.'

'You tell me,' she was perfect, he had fallen hopelessly for her.

'Like I said, I can't place it,' she took another drag, 'so what's your name?'

His name…He couldn't think of any. He could not remember his name. He had to give her a name…Chuks. Yes, Chuks, he had heard the name once and he liked it. 'Chuks,' he replied.

'Chuks, nice name,' she placed her palm on his arm and gently stroked it with her well trimmed nails. She stared at him lustfully…he did the same.

'What's yours?' he asked.

'Jewel, that's my name,' she kept stroking his arm, 'you are so handsome, let's dance,' she tried to pull him up but he didn't budge.

'No,' he pulled her back, 'I don't dance.'

She looked at him, puzzled, 'so what do you suggest we do? We are at the club.'

He bent and whispered into her ear, 'I want to take you to my house and make love to you.'

She felt a rush of excitement surge through her. She looked at the gorgeous looking man in front of her and she liked what she saw. He was tall, handsome and looked perfectly fit. His arms were strong and smooth, and she totally wanted him. She laughed, 'let's go.'

He took her hands and they left the club, hand in hand. It crossed her mind that she was leaving with a complete stranger but at that point she didn't care. Chuks was stranger than any man she had ever met, his smile was contagious, shy and strong at the same time, his eyes where fearful yet assuring, and he was beautiful, a perfect work of art.

She shivered with excitement as they got into the car and drove off.

*

They arrived at the mansion that was his home somewhere in Lekki. He got down from the car and couldn't help but stare at the beautiful structure that was his house; he did that all the time.

He opened the gate and also wondered why there was no gate man, maybe he didn't need one, he thought to himself, not that he could remember ever having one or how he came about this beautiful house. All he knew was that he lived there, and at the moment, he was with the perfect lady. He cared less about his past memory at the moment, a memory that was in shambles.

He drove in, parked, and had to go back to lock the gate. Why didn't he have a gateman he thought to himself?

She came down form the car and couldn't help but look around. The house was beautiful. She could see a small swimming pool at the other end of the compound, she almost wished she could take a quick swim, but she also didn't want to get wet, at least not at the moment.

She savoured the beauty of the well trimmed gardens that beautified the house as she approached the front door with Chuks.

'It's a beautiful house you have here,' she said still admiring the surroundings, the gardens where elaborately trimmed, and the architecture of the building itself was flawless.

'I guess it's okay,' he smiled.

'Okay? This is a beauty, the gardens are so neat. Your gardener must be putting a lot of work into keeping it this way,' cool guy, cool crib, she thought.

'Gardner?' he looked at her sincerely amazed, 'I do it myself,' he couldn't remember having a gardener.

'Sure you do,' she said with mild sarcasm, the interior of the house was even more elegant, simple but elegant. They walked through a long corridor that had beautiful paintings hung on the walls, it led to a sparingly furnished sitting room, a glass centre table, about two leather sofas, and a flat screen TV hanging on the wall. 

A large painting of a hillside view of the sky with a fully set Sun hanging in it hung at the centre of the sitting room, flying towards the sun were birds of various sizes and colours, and for a moment she thought she saw an eye inscribed in the sun. She looked closer and it just looked like an indentation that was probably meant to add an effect to the painting - an eye, her imagination, maybe, maybe not.

Now where was Chuks? She wondered. She didn't have to wonder too long as Chuks approached with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. 'I saw you were engrossed in the painting,' he said as he came closer to her, giving her one of the glasses.

'I actually was, it's beautiful just like everything else around here,' she said smiling at him.

'You flatter me too much, but I'll let it pass. Besides nothing here nears the beauty of the woman that stands before me,' he opened the bottle of champagne with a loud pop as the cork flew off, and poured some into her glass.

She put down the glass and stared into his eyes, 'I want you Chuks.'

She was perfect, he grabbed her and gave her the most sensuous and passionate kiss he had ever given any woman.

She clung to him, feeling the hardness of his chest against hers and the firmness of his arms around her.

He lifted her, carrying her in his arms into the master bedroom. Placing her gently on the bed, he explored her whole until they were both naked, deeply engrossed in passion.

His arms were perfect, his movement was perfect. She loved the feel of his naked body on hers, he was beautiful, the rhythm was perfect, and the song was heavenly.

Her lips were sensuous, her body was perfect, but it would soon come to an end, like it did every week, for as long as he could remember. Jewel…such a beautiful name. He was in love with her, but it must end. So sad she also had to go, it was the only way.

Suddenly she screamed, and he got up. He moved back, watching her as she writhed in agony. He wished he didn't have to watch, but he had to, it was the only way. She was beautiful, she was perfect, yet she had to go. She continued screaming in pain.

An object slowly took form inside her stomach as she screamed. The object grew larger with each passing moment expanding her stomach, causing her more pain. She shrieked in agony, tears flowing down her eyes.

'Chuks!' she cried out pleadingly, 'Chris!' she twisted and turned on the bed, contorted by stabs of agony. 'Chuks help me!' she stared into his eyes, crying, pleading.

Tears flowed down his cheeks as he watched her. But it was the only way.

With a large popping sound, the object burst out of her stomach, green fluid splashing all over the bed and oozing out of her stomach.

He looked into her eyes, and she looked back, staring, but not seeing, her lifeless body sprawled on the bed.

Sitting on her lifeless form was the reason. He moved close and carried it, like he had done every week for as long as he could remember.

With both hands he held the wriggling form and took it out of the room, down the corridor, and opened a door.

Staring into the room, he looked down at the little tiny eyes that were staring back at him, full smiles on their faces.

The room was a large room, and hundreds of tiny happy eyes stared back at him.

She was perfect, but there was no other way.

He gently put the little wriggling thing down with the rest. 'These are your brothers and sisters,' he said.

As he looked at the tiny little smiles and the tiny glowing eyes on the tiny little faces, he knew it was worth it.

He smiled back at the hundreds of tiny little green babies that smiled back at him. She was perfect, but it was the only way. He smiled, and they smiled.