Hannah Damilola Ojo

“You told me you love me, just me alone!” Akpan the houseboy cried, raising the knife in mid-air at his lover, who fearfully lay on the bed with another lover, a young boy of fifteen years. Both were stark naked. The boy looked on in utter confusion at the two, then after a hasty calculation, tries to flee the room. However, Akpan still jealously crazed, seized him by the neck and crashed the knife on his back. He fell down in a heap. Akpan then turn on his lover who stared in horror and tried to raise a shaky finger at him.

But now Akpan could no longer see past the red mist that covered his eyes, he only saw betrayal, deceit and animalism of the previous years: the fake promises and the various lovers that mounted to this. He raised the knife up once again to stab his lover but that one dodged and a fierce struggle began. By chance, however, the lover managed to get hold of the knife and stab Akpan’s chest several times until his eyes rolled into their lids. He died.

Then the lover stood up, calmly got dressed, checked the corpses, discovered the younger boy was breathing faintly and then strangled him till he grew limp. Rising up, Pastor John came out of his room, carrying his bible, going to church. He would take care of the dead bodies later at night but now there are more pressing things. He needs to find a new lover.

Cite: Ojo, Hannah Damilola. “Hotdogs”. Roses, Thorns & Fireflies. EWA, 5.2 (March 2022): 13-14