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Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Shurtman(m): 2:47pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
Abeg oga yettocome,come update na This is a very interesting story. I'm held spellbound. Please put me outta ma misery and update. Thanks. ~shurt man™ |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 4:46pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 27. Rotimi's call to me brought me out of the deep thought I was in. Food was out of the question for us that night. Brainstorming had a way of making you hungry yet you wouldn't feel it. ''How we go take do this thing?'' Rotimi asked a JAMB question for the umpteenth time. He had been pacing the length and breadth of our room since we entered from Shola's house. He was murmuring incoherent words to himself, a habit he exhibits when he is tensed and confused as well as trying to fashion out solutions to problems. In the middle of the murmuring, he would talk aloud to anyone who is lucky to be present with him. The words are usually final statements or foolish questions. So as he asked his questions, I just kept silent in the corner where I sat brooding and thinking. NEPA made things worse as there was no power supply. We did not even bother to put on any light hence the room was as black as anything. At around eight p.m, Rotimi's phone rang. He ran to pick it up and found out that it was Bunmi. In the darkness, with the aid of the light from his phone, I could see a frown on his face as he fought with himself on whether to pick the call or not. The phone rang out. Just as he was about to drop it, it rang again. ''Ol boy, pick am make we hear wetin she wan talk.'' I had said. ''If the thing go vex you, carry am gi'me make I follow am yearn. You get am so?'' I said again. By then, the call was coming in for the third time. He picked it and said, ''Hello!'' Rotimi said into the speaker. ''Hello sir, how are you sir? Hope you and sir Ade are okay? You got me worried. I came home and waited till around six. I called your lines and you two weren't picking up. Sir, you made me scared. What happened?'' She ranted on without waiting for and answer. ''Nothing extraordinary happened. We were busy that was why we couldn't pick your calls. We were having a discussion you would soon know about. When the time comes you will know. Just be prepared and relax. Okay?'' Rotimi explained. To be candid, his explanation to the girl baffled me but I knew his mind was made up. He would not sleep with Bunmi again for anything in the world and that was why he told her to look forward to the discussion. ''Okay sir. Since you are both after our goodness, I shall wait and relay it to the others. Thanks sir. Good night and sweet dreams sir. Regards to Sir Ade.'' Bunmi said unaware that I had listened in on the call all through. Rotimi had put it on speaker immediately he picked it. ''Good night,'' Rotimi said and ended the call. He dropped the phone and resumed his pacing. Soon, I was also lost in my own thoughts. After about an hour of brain wracking, hard and stressed thinking, an idea occured to me. It was to seek professional help from one of our lecturers. Dr. Tanimowo Olumide was a doctor of Psychology. He had been our lecturer in our third year. We became known to him through our foolish acts in his class because we had thought that his course was just an addition to our total course units. It was a borrowed course. He had taken to us and we had become regulars in his office. He was even on our reference list. How we had forgotten about him till then escaped me. Thank God we still remembered on time before our 24 hours elapsed. ''Ol boy, come I don see solution. Na Dr. Tanimowo we go tell. Him go get solution for us.'' I told Rotimi the outcome of my thought. He was elated. ''Haba! Ade, see us o! We be serious mumu o, see as we get hoe for house come dey use our hands pack shit. Ol boy, to talk say we still greet am last week o. Boy, you be genius o. I too like you. If you no be my friend eh, I fit commit suicide o. Thank you padi mi. My head don dull o. Na you dey always save us from any shit wey we enter. The next one na me go solve am.'' He ranted on elatedly. I laughed as he made me remember previous troubles we had both fallen into. In secondary school, we were one week, one trouble and in the university, we had gotten into numerous troubles with either the lecturers or our fellow students and even the dare-devil cultists in our school. One way or the other, we had always wriggled out of them through inspiration from either of us. But the funny thing was that the brain behind the escape would credit it to the other. Such was our ways. With solution now in sight, we remembered that the last meal we had was in the school during the break. Hunger had sewn a garment in our stomachs. Just then NEPA brought back power and everywhere was flooded with light. We headed to the kitchen to take garri and water before heading to the streets to get Suya to accompany it on the night journey we were about to send it. We tackled our food and cleared up before heading to bed peacefully after deciding to place a call through to Dr. Tanomowo in school the next day. Meanwhile, all actions with the girls were suspended till further notice. Morning came and we went to school with renewed vigour to tackle the day.. © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 4:47pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
Shurt man: Abeg oga yettocome,come update naMake I knack u another for ya enjoyment |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 4:49pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
Really, it's lack of comment that is making me not to really be motivated to update. But sha, make una talk na. Abi nobody dey read am again make I kuku delete am comot. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 4:54pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 28. We got to school the next day and resumed activities as usual. We went about our duties with a kind of flair that I knew the other teachers would have been thinking that either of us had won a jackpot. The students too would have likely thought it was the birthday of one of us. We were so light headed and full of smile that we surprised even ourselves. Rotimi who was on duty that week left all latecomers to go scot free. That was how we do after getting out of troubles. But were we really out of this? The morning assembly came and went likewise the daily staff briefing. Then all dispersed to the classes where they had the first period while the others left for the staffroom. We left for the staffroom as we both had second period that day. As we entered, we found Shola at her desk and greeted her. She was looking for something under her table and as such did not see us until we greeted. Her face beamed into a smile as she replied our greeting. But I noticed that she had a tear-stained face. An evidence that she had been crying all morning. Little wonder she was absent at both the assembly and morning briefing. I tapped Rotimi who was looking at Folake who also was wondering why Rotimi took a sudden interest in her. He smiled at her and followed me to Shola. ''Why the tears this early morning Shola? What happened again?'' I asked as I settled my bums on her table. She knew her cover had been blown, hence, little essence for lying. She could not look up but instead of talking, she burst into another fit of crying. Rotimi bent down and took her hands from her laps where she had placed them into his and began soothing and pacifying her. ''You don't need all these, Shola, you should be happy that you got it off your mind and into the right hands. We are now your friends and we share your sorrow. Just let us help you and you won't regret. But that would only be possible if you stop being apologetic and you stop shedding this tears.'' ''Rotimi, thank you but I don't think there can be solutions to this my urge. I had it again this morning and I had almost called Bunmi when I saw you both. It was hard to fight that was why I couldn't leave this room. I am tired of my life. I feel like dying.'' I stood up from the table and joined Rotimi in the squatting position. It was time we played our trump card. We could not afford to let her die. She had begun to show signs of depression and we needed to help her fast. I hoped that could cool her before we talked to the Doctor. ''Shola,'' I called. ''You don't need this talk of death, okay? We are here for you and guess what?'' Her face wore a scowl as my words hit her consciousness. ''What's it Ade? I can't guess anything now.'' She replied. ''We have found a way to help you overcome the urge and feelings. Not only you, everybody. Including that one over there and her friend and Bunmi and the rest.'' I said pointing at Folake. ''I don't believe you. You are trying to get me happy, right?'' She said not believing my words. ''Babe, it's the whole truth. We would call a psychologist who would talk to you and help you get out of this mess, Shola. We battled through thoughts yesternight before getting that solution. Judt trust us and don't do anything silly until our efforts have failed. It would kill us if we see you hurt yourself without trying to get help first.'' Rotimi pleaded looking straight into her misty eyes. She was happy. She jumped up and hugged us and gave us each a peck. ''Thank you guys. I promise to foot all the bills and I promise to wait till it fails before killing myself. Though I pray it works. You are good guys. I will owe my life to you if I get over this mess.'' She ranted on and aon in appreciation while I prayed that it works out well. It would all amount to waste of things if Shola should end up dead after all our efforts. I pray it works. ''When am I talking to the Doctor?'' She asked an obvious question. ''Today. We shall call him today and the three of us shall tell him all what happened and all those involved. I know he will get a solution to this challenge.'' Rotimi said. Shola manifested a sign of speedy change from the moody and dull Shola to one full and bouncing with energy as she ran to the tap to wash her face before dabbing a little powder which is synonymous with her. Another thing that captivated me about her. She never used make ups. The maximum she wears of make ups are the brown and white powder and the lip gloss. Despite these, she was still very beautiful. She was unlike my fiancee, who painted all paintables. How I dislike it! We all went to our classes and agreed to meet during the break time to make the call we hope would change the life of some individuals who we have come to see as victims of circumstances and societal inadequacies. Break time came and the three of us gathered in the staffroom. Rotimi brought out his phone to make the call. He had dialled the number with Shola and I waiting... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Ormorlehwah(f): 6:53pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
I cnt stop reading dix story.......xo touching |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by adegwurulez(m): 7:21pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
we still dey o |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Nobody: 7:49pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
[quote author=adegwurulez/quote]Hehehe me N u bah |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:09pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
Ormorlehwah: I cnt stop reading dix story.......xo touchingThanks sis. Just stay around but pls make ur comments known. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:11pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
adegwurulez: we still dey oBros Ade, I knw say u dey. But it pains to see like five pple reading and none comments. Its as if I am writing sh.it |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:12pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
[quote author=mistah_teepex][/quote]Oga mi teepex. Thanks for the support. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:13pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
oya update dey come, make una take rub body... Na im be dis....... |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 11:17pm On Dec 30, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 29. Rotimi dialled the Dr's number and we watched as he anxiously waited for the connecting tone. My chest was palpitating madly. Anxiety was written all over Shola's face. ''Mtchewwww.'' Rotimi gave the longest hiss I had ever heard from him. ''My credit don finish sha, I no know say money no dey there.'' He said looking angry and distraught at the same time. ''Let's even get out of here. I wouldn't want anybody to chance upon our call or disturb when it is on. Let's get to one of the old classes and we would get a recharge card on the way. Don't worry guys, the bill's on me.'' Shola said and led the way out of the staffroom which truly by then was begining to fill up. I agreed with her decision to let us make the call outside the room. Who knows, one of those three girls might get so brave to come in due to the incidents of the previous night which I knew Bunmi would have relayed to the other two. We got the recharge cards and headed to one of the abandoned classes in the school. One good thing about the school was that despite their non usage, the classes were kept clean and tidy always. Their doors are also closed but not locked. A lot happens in those classes which are unprintable. We got in and settled severally. I on the first chair I saw, Shola on a table in the second row and Rotimi on another chair in the third row of seats. Graveyard silence took over as Rotimi minded the phone while we looked at him with our hearts threatening to come out of our mouths. ''Hello sir!'' Rotimi said into the mouthpiece after the phone connected. He eased his Samsung Galaxy into the speaker mode and placed it on the table. It was loud and we all heard the crystal clear voice of Dr. Tanimowo, playful as always. ''Ah! Rotimi Ogidiolu, omo nla. How you dey o? Abi is that not how you and that crook twin of yours say it?'' ''Sir, you dey correct. He dey fine and he dey hail you.'' Rotimi replied in pidgin. Dr. Tanimowo admires the ease with which Rotimi and I converse in pidgin and mocks us with it each time he has the opportunity. ''Sir, I called you because we have a problem...'' ''Nah! I have told you that problems don't exist, we have challenges. Problems don't exist. Okay? If it's about problem let me out of it.'' Dr. Tanimowo cut in emphasising his all time cliche. ''Sorry sir, don't mind my chicken brain.'' Rotimi said laughing. ''What's your challenge? I am all ears.'' Rotimi went into the details of how it all started with Bunmi, his escapades with her, their advance towards me and the ultimate link with Shola and her revelations. All through the conversation, in which the Dr. interjected with expressions of surprise or pity, Shola and I were silent. Then when Rotimi talked about Shola commiting suicide, Dr. Tanimowo requested to speak to her. That was when she was given the phone. He asked us to take the phone out of its speaker mode and as such we could not hear what he had said to her. Only short answers of 'Yes' and 'No' was what we could hear. But by the time she dropped the phone and we put it back in speaker, she was obviously light hearted. Then Dr. Tanimowo said, ''On the three girls, they would carry out their threats but as my boys, you must not allow them. Go straight to the Principal's office and tell him everything.'' ''Sir?'' I shouted. ''Ade! You will never change. Wait and let me talk. Go to him, and tell him that you have noticed some ill acts among his staff and students that needed to be nipped in the bud soonest through counselling. Don't tell the girls anything. Just don't do anything other than teacher-student things. That will tell them you are no more interested. They will head to the principal to blackmail you but it won't work. Tell the Principal that a counselling unit is needed in the school and that you have invited an expert Psychologist who will be around for two days to help, Thursday and Friday, all you need is his permission and adjustment in the timetable. By that, I will be able to talk to the parties that need help, Shola, Folake and her friend, Bunmi and her friends and other little people. So the girls will be able to leave you alone and the principal will respect you more. What's today?'' ''Tuesday sir.'' Shola replied. ''Expect me on Thursday. Run to your Principal now and tell him. Shola, do those things I said earlier and don't die before I come around, Okay?'' ''Yes sir. Thank you sir.'' Shola replied laughing. ''Ade, you have not enjoyed at all. That's good. Don't enjoy before I come o. You don hear?'' ''Yes sir.'' I replied, an obvious grin on my face. ''Rotimi, the bad sharp guy. You have quickly eaten yours and you are now backing out. Well done. See you all later.'' ''Thank you sir.'' We all chorused and ended the call. It had lasted for more than an hour. We left the class lighter and happier. Shola was thanking us profusely as we told her to attend her lectures while Rotimi and I rushed immediately to the Principal's office... © Yettocome™ 2013. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Nobody: 12:08am On Dec 31, 2013 |
#Wow...breath taking update Heart beating fast,as to what will happen next. Yettocome...u are the best. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by m003: 10:37am On Dec 31, 2013 |
i don follow *in flavour's voice* faya dey go |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Nobody: 11:24am On Dec 31, 2013 |
Yettocome: Bros Ade, I knw say u dey. But it pains to see like five pple reading and none comments. Its as if I am writing sh.itBroda I hail thee, don't be daunted by the little comments or views you see, just fire on n trust me; i'm sure diz piece wud make fp sooner than yu expected... Just fire on....... Happy new year in advanced tho... Cheers Broda |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 12:09pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
Phinity318: #Wow...breath taking updateBros, thank you o. God is the ultimate one. We all are the best. Thanks again. Watch out for the naxt update. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 12:10pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
m003: i don follow *in flavour's voice* faya dey goThanks sir. Update coming soonest. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 12:12pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
mistah_teepex: Broda I hail thee, don't be daunted by the little comments or views you see, just fire on n trust me; i'm sure diz piece wud make fp sooner than yu expected... Just fire on....... Happy new year in advanced tho... Cheers BrodaOga teepex, i see u. Thank u o and same to u too. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 12:20pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 30. When a big load is taken off your mind, you care less about little matters, they will fall into place. That was the case with us. Immediately we stepped out of the staffroom for the Principal's office, we heard the tiny voice of Bimbo calling us. I looked back to see the three of them gesturing pleadingly that we stop for a minute. Their eyes wore worry and sorry looks. I smiled. The smile came because handling them now would never be a problem. ''You girls are supposed to be in class. What are you doing here?'' Rotimi spoke before I said a word. ''We excused ourselves just to come see the two of you. Bunmi told us what happened yesterday and we too have bevome worried, that's why we came to see you.'' Bola spoke. She had become freer since the lecture I gave them. ''You need not have bothered. We are fine as you can see. We are just tied up with something that will be for the better of you all. Or should we back out?'' I said and asked. I knew the answer and I got it. ''No sir. We were just worried. And you know we are supposed to see you Sir Ade, today after school. But we know it won't be possible now that you are hooked up with our life-changing issue. We will wait. Thank you sir.'' Bimbo said and with that they turned to go but I stopped them. ''Just be calm, eh? When the time is right, I will call you and we start our games. And Bunmi, Rotimi will not be around today too, it's part of our being busy. When all is set, he will ring you. Okay?'' ''Yes sir!'' They chorused and left. Rotimi gave me a thumbs up for that last statement. We heaved a sigh and faced our destination. The Principal's office was located in the administrative block of the school. It is a lovely sight to behold just like the building itself and the other offices in it. It was the last office along the corridor. It comes after the offices of the two V. Ps, the bursar, the accountant, the registrar, and the C. S. O of the school. It has a door leading to it from the corridor but the door leads to the office of his Secretary before another door in there lead to the main principal's office. The office itself, is what could be said to be ideal for the status of a principal. It was tastefully furnished in line with the trends of the time. It was also fully airconditioned and it was red carpeted or perhaps, rugged. The furniture consisted of a giant swivel chair which seated the principal and a dark brown mahogany table which eases writing. Also in the room were three comfortable padded chairs for visitors and another mini sofa in a corner for either seating visitors or the principal when he was less busy. The room had a giant cupboard on which the various trophies the school had won were placed. Plaques and awards hung around the heavily but colourfully curtained room. His secretary told us he was on seat and had no visitor, how lucky we were! She informed him of our presence via the intercom and he asked us to be shown in. He rose from the sofa and shook us severally before showing us the seat and getting himself nehind his table. That was the third time we had entered that office. The first being on our interview day and the second being the day we received our welcome-to- school handshake. The Principal himself was a stern disciplinarian who all students feared and all staff respected. He was a no nonsense man but he respected teachers who were diligent and hardworking like Rotimi and I. He was a lover of good morals. After seating ourselves and declining all he offered us, we went to the prupose of our visit. ''Sir, we have come to crave your indulgence on something we noticed recently. We have noticed some morally ill acts among the staff and students of our school especially among the borders. We noticed that the absence of a functional counselling unit contributed a little to it sir. Due to this, we would advise a reinstatement of the counselling department as soon as possible. In addition sir, we have arranged for the services of an experienced psychologist to help deal with these issues at no cost to the school. All he needs is audience and space to work for two days, Thursday and Friday sir.'' I said. He listened attentively then he asked, ''If I may ask, what are the acts you noticed among the staff and students please?'' ''Sir, we cannot tell sir. We were told these in confidence and we would not want to betray such confidence entrusted in us. We are sorry sir.'' Rotimi replied. He understood and let it lie much to our relief. ''I will provide what is needed for the expert. But I must say that you two are enigmas. I am proud of you. Infact, I will support all needed in those two days because I think I need counselling myself. And I hope he would help us set up our own couselling clinic here in the school?'' ''Yes sir, he would. Thank you sir.'' ''I need to place an advert for a counsellor today. Have a nice day boys.'' One down, Thursday to go. We smiled at nothing as we trudged out of his office... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 12:25pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 31. We left the Principal's office and headed back to the staffroom. A glance at my wrist told me that it was a few minutes to closing time. As we walked to the staffroom, I ruminated over the events of the past few months that had culminated in the climax of that day. I further thought of the approach we had used to talk to the principal. The counselling unit we talked about was non existent but I had said it should be brought back. Findings had shown that the school proprietor had a belief that all teachers should serve as moral guides and guidance cousellors for the students of the twenty- something-year-old school. Hence, he had not seen the need for either the office of a counsellor or the employment of one. Likewise, the present principal too had shared the belief until recent events proved that one is needed. I had thought that convincing him would be difficult but I was happy that it was as easy as pronouncing my name. Change is indeed a constant thing! I and Rotimi had almost walked to the staffroom in silence. When we were more than half way to the room, he broke the silence. ''Ol boy, you know wetin I dey think?'' ''Wetin be that o, omo were?'' I retorted in our usual witty way. ''As we don close now, e go better make we go Shola house spend time small cos of those foolish girls. Dem fit come try their luck say we fit dey house o. Even sef, Shola house don become my own second home o, na to dey play there after school remain even till she marry ni o. Abi wetin you think, mad man?'' He finished his long lecture. ''Na today you talk sense since I know you. E make sense die, I been wan yarn you that one too but I no know say you been get am for mind too. Thank God say your brain don come back from leave wey im go before.'' With that, he made to slap my face, an action he does when he is hurt by any insult I hurl his way, But I ran forward and he ran after me. He pursued me into the staffroom and into the waiting arms of Shola who had packed her bag and food flask ready to go home. She laughed as I ran into her arms in a warm embrace. I won't lie, I didn't want to leave her bosoms, they were so soft and succulent. How I wished I can make her mine! ''Ade and Rotimi, you two have started your foolish acts this afternoon. It's you that I have been waiting for. Go and pack and let's go home jo.'' She said like a big sister to her younger ones. ''Yes Sister Shola!'' We chorused as I reluctantly left her warm chest. Rotimi saw the hesitation and burst into laughter which I joined too. ''I di bad boy!'' He said in igbo which Shola never understood. The rest of the teachers who had been busy packing their books and things, stopped momentarily to watch us as we dramatised. They looked askance as they were left wondering how the bond between Shola and we had grown so high in just a few days. The spirit was unexplainable to them. We too knew they would wonder but we cared less and never even bothered to tell them because to us, we never owe danybody any explanation for our actions, inactions, and association. We finished packing our bags and we marched out of the room, Rotimi in front, Shola in the middle and Ade in the rear. We walked happily and discussed many things on our way to her house. We asked how she was feeling since she spoke with the doctor and she confessed that though it had not been easy, our company had helped a lot and doing what the doctor said had helped lessen the urge to go for kids though she feels like luring both of us into her bed. We all laughed at the statement which we took as a joke. I was glad that what Dr. Tanimowo had told her on the phone seem to be working as she was full of life but I still yearned to know. I had to suppress the urge to pry it out of her. It would amount to intentionally intruding a confidential talk. She also asked how we were coping with our girls and we told her what we had told the girls. Shola heaved a huge sigh, her face contorted into a slight frown but she shrugged and her face became bright almost immediately. I didn't ask her, I knew better. We got to the house where we were entering for the second time. I tapped Shola from the back, and she got the message and tapped Rotimi who made to pursue her while she ran after me. I made a U-turn and ran straight into the house and upstairs at top speed. I found the keys in her bag which I was carrying and as I was trying to open the door, they both met me there panting like an athlete who just completed a 5000 metres race. She opened the door and we all trooped in, this time happily as we ran round the sitting room and into the bedrooms one after the other. We later settled down to a meal of rice and stew before playing the Whot card game. We also watched the then new movie Fast five before heading home at around seven in the evening with Shola hot on our heels begging us to spend the night with her and we telling her that it would come with time and not yet as at then. It was a day... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Shurtman(m): 2:48pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
Nice one bro. Buh I need more. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 5:35pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
Ade's Chronicle 32 I have a saying that I still stand by till date, it is, ''Of all God's creatures, women are the most wicked. They have a way of killing your joy when it is in its highest.'' If you differ, please, that is my own opinion due to my experience with the female folks. It might not be the same with yours. Immediately we got home from Shola's place beaming with laughter and joy, I noticed a small brown envelope pinned to the place where we put our NEPA bills. It looked unofficial. Many thoughts ran through my mind as I called Rotimi's attention to it. He also stared at it as if it was a sort of bomb. I even thought it was a letter from one of the numerous places we had applied to. But they usually call us and at times send us e-mails. ''Guy, abeg take this thing na.'' I said to Rotimi. ''Madman, see yaself, make I take my hand take die abi? I go saunch you better knock for that ya gbongbolo head na. Comot make I enter house jo.'' He said as he opened the door. We were both baffled. As we jostled for the door handle amidst arguing who would take down the envelope, my phone rang. The tone told me it was my fiancée, Oluwadarasimi. I left Rotimi who was always amused at my countenance anytime 'Dara's calls came in. I had always endeavour to do one or two steps of Azonto before picking her calls. That day was not left out. ''Hello love,'' I said into the phone still basking in the euphoria of the solved problems. ''Hello Ade,'' 'Dara said. Immediately I heard that, I knew problem was coming. She never called me my first name except I had offended or annoyed her. Her appellation for me was 'My Crown'. As I was wondering what my latest crime was, she said, ''I was at your place today and I didn't meet anybody.'' I explained that we had gone out from school and had just entered the house. ''No problem. Did you see the envelope at your door?'' she asked. Relief washed over me as the mystery of the envelope became unravelled. I heaved a huge sigh and asked her what it contained. She did not answer but said I should check that she would call back in thirty minutes. I accepted and she ended the call. I ran to remove the envelope and jogged to sit on the bed to read the love letter written to me by the love of my life. Rotimi was making jest of me as he talked to his Fiancée, 'Ranti, on the phone. I paid him no attention. What I saw in the envelope made me began sweating unknowingly. The enveloped contained the ring with which I had proposed to 'Dara a little over two months before then, an invitation to a wedding ceremony which would take place a month from that date and a one paged letter. I was speechless and perplexed. Words escaped me, tears of anguish flowed ceaselessly from my eyes as I looked at the eighteen carat gold ring I had bought for twenty thousand naira from my first salary. My eyes turned as I read the names on the I. V- 'Dara weds 'Segun- my heart was more than shattered. I opened the letter to read why she had left me. She wrote: 'Ade, I am sorry to write this but I couldn't muster enough courage to do it since last month. Mum and dad had been pressurising me to settle down for some time now and Segun had also been on my neck before your proposal last month. I didn't want you to feel bad that was why I had accepted you but I found out that I loved Segun more and that he was ready to settle down as against you who is still struggling to find your feet. The wedding date was fixed last week but I just didn't have the nerves to tell you. I am sorry if this hurt you but I know you will weather it through. Segun had been there all along and he had won my heart two weeks before your proposal. As I said earlier, my acceptance was just not to hurt you but Ade, I can't keep deceiving you. I am sorry once again. I pray you find your right love soon. In the envelope is your ring and an invitation for you and Rotimi. Bye for now, Darasimi.' I just picked my phone and called my mum. She picked at the first ring. I explained to her what just happened and she consoled me. She prayed for me and adviced me to move on. How she loved 'Dara! Rotimi heard my conversation with my mum and came over to where I was. He took the letter and read it, he was furious. He had adored 'Dara and had said she was the best girl I could ever have. 'Dara was my first love. I cried my heart out and could not be consoled. My phone rang again, it was 'Dara. I picked it and she could hear that I was distraught. She kept begging and saying she was sorry and that she would make it up to me. How? I asked, she said she would find me another girl. I ended the call changed her ringtone and switched off my phone. Suicide was on my mind as a mass choir played an oratorio in my head. I reflected on my journey with 'Dara for some time before I slept off. Rotimi was pacing the room in anger, confusion and sympathy. He knew how much I loved her. He knew this was my first heartbreak but he never knew I was thinking of suicide... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 5:37pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
Shurt man: Nice one bro.Its been posted. |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by adegwurulez(m): 7:10pm On Dec 31, 2013 |
suicide?? you even need the counsellor more than shola |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by PrinceAdepoju(m): 4:21am On Jan 01, 2014 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 12:07pm On Jan 01, 2014 |
adegwurulez: suicide?? you even need the counsellor more than sholaHe needs it really but what of the one who left him? |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 5:42pm On Jan 01, 2014 |
Ade's Chronicle 33 I had met 'Dara at a time when I people had been doubting my prowess as a man. I had not been a saint all along but I was not a player. It was just that my heart had refused to go along with anybody. Girls and ladies swarm around me but I had always tell them I was not interested. Some had even called me impotent and I had shown one or two of them that I was not. They had left my room then in school crying. Oluwadarasimi was a three hundred level student of Economics in our school then. I had met her when I was in the office of one of our lecturers. My heart had skipped a beat as she came in to ask of Mr Adeola who was not in. I had chatted her up as a sharp guy and we had become friends. I asked her out when I was leaving for service and convinced that what I felt for her was love and not infatuation. She had agreed and after I finished service, she had gone for hers. She was still serving when I proposed marriage to her and she accepted not knowing that she had been double dating. I never knew also that she was a great actress and pretender or was I blinded to the facts and reality because of the love I had for her? To me she was perfect except for the too much make up she wears and some attributes I admired in Shola that she does not have. Maybe I was really at fault. Or she was just a devil in an angel's cloak. I came back to reality to see Rotimi still pacing nervously. His mood was foul. He had called his fiancee and told her what happened. She had requested to speak to me and I had said no. But I never knew I said it. I went to the kitchen to get water. I looked around and got our first aid box where we put our drugs. I took out the pack of Indocid- we bought it in packs because of the rats in our compound- then I got six tablets of paracetamol after emptying six capsules of Indocid on my palm. I got six tablets of piriton- that was also in abundance because we mixed it with the Indocid- and seven tablets of folic acid. I had closed the box and was sitting on the bed thinking of swallowing them down when NEPA flooded the room with light and Rotimi caught a sight of what was in my palms. ''Eewoooh oh! A n wona m!'' Rotimi shouted as he slapped the palms holding the deadly combinations. The drugs scattered around the floor all over the room. He sat near me on the bed and began lecturing me on how it was sinful to take one's life. He said if I die, what will become of him. '' you no know say, if you kpai cos of one elle, na plenty elle go match where dem bury you put? Ol boy, she don do her own, God go do him own na. See, if you kpai now. Who go come be my madman friend? Bros I no say e pain you wella, but im no be the end for the world na. See you be fine boy, plenty elle dey wey go do with you na. You know as e take be for school back then. No be dem dey come toast you? Forget am, she no worth am. If you kpai na im she go dey form James Bond for people say man kill imself cos of am. No be you talk am say she no even fine reach Shola say if Shola never get guy you for try work im levels? You go see babes jo. Make we stroll find something chop cos I dey hungry o and I no fit leave only you o.'' He said. I looked at his face and saw the fear and anguish registered in it. I burst into another round of tears. He never told me to stop because he believed that crying purges you of emotions. Twenty minutes later, I was ready to hit the streets. I switched on my phone and the first call to come in was 'Dara. ''Hello,'' I said in a cool, calm, and collected voice. ''Hello Ade, I am sorry please. I was worried when your phone was switched off...'' She was saying when I interrupted her. ''I am okay, thanks. It's alright we will be at your wedding. Regards to your fiancé.'' I was about to end the call when Rotimi asked to talk to her. ''Hello madam!'' He said. ''Rotimi, please I know how sad he would be. Please don't let him hurt himself.'' She begged. ''Hurt himself you say? Please spare me those talks. My friend is alright o. He didn't even cry for your info. He was just surprised at your cruel wickedness. That's all. We will be at your wedding as he said. And please regards to your fiancé and parents. Good night and happy preparations.'' He ended the call and we both laughed at his lie that I didn't cry. Who knows where I would have been by then had NEPA not restored power. I looked back at that day as a whole and I laughed. How much more can a man get in a day? From being very happy at solving someone's problem to being heartbroken and almost in the jaws of death. We got the suya and La Casera we needed and headed back home. We ate and watched the news on Channels TV before I my mum's call came in to confirm if I had not done anything stupid. I laughed and asked her to thank God and Rotimi for helping me. I didn't tell her that I almost killed myself lest she runs to Lagos the following day. I spoke with my dad too and he prayed for me also. I went to bed feeling very empty... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Yettocome(m): 5:48pm On Jan 01, 2014 |
Ade's Chronicle 34 Sleeping after a heartbreak has a kind of healing power that I cannot describe. Though it had been argued that even sleeping after a heartbreak could prove disastrous as you could experience nightmares which might compound your heartaches. But it is also said that the latter occurs mostly if you think much about it before going to bed. The former was the case with me. After the cold hands of death's brother caught me under the watchful eyes of Rotimi, I remembered nothing till my phone's alarm woke me up feeling very refreshed and light headed. But immediately I sighted the ring on the table, memories of the previous evening came flooding back but I swept it off as I sluggishly prepared for work. Rotimi managed to prepare noodles that morning but I had no appetite at all. He left me but made sure I drank enough water to last a lifetime after which we left for work. In school, the principal announced on the assembly that a guidance counselling unit would soon be established in the school. He also added that, ''From tomorrow till Friday, a psychologist will be in school to address all staff and students on some acts that I have noticed among you all, staff included. This expert too will have private counselling sessions with some selected members of staff that have been noticed to have the said acts as well as some students with questionable traits. Then he will have private sessions with any other person who might be having any challenge. Either academic, professional, marital, domestic, or psychological challenge, all will be addressed and tackled by the expert. He will be around on the assembly first tomorrow, then the private sessions will take place in the office that we have created for him. It is the office behind the canteen. Just go there to see him. I implore you all to take this opportunity to solve one or two things that might be hindering you in any way. The school time table has been suspended for the two days, normal academic activities resume on Monday. Lastly, this was done in conjunction with two brilliant members of our staff, Messrs Rotimi and Ade as you know them. They are instrumental in getting the renowned doctor of psychology to pay us a visit without taking a kobo from the school's purse. We say thank you to the two of them.'' With that, the whole hall roared into a big applause. Our heads swelled twice their sizes. We had not expected the principal to talk about our involvement in the planning of the sessions. I thought in my mind, 'If somebody rejects us as theirs, some others will accept us as theirs.' That also lifted my spirit a bit before the students marched to their classes to receive their lectures for the day. Shola saw my countenance at the assembly ground and immediately we got to the staffroom she demanded to know what happened to one of her new found trusted friends. I told her nothing was wrong with me and we all left for our classes. By break time, she came with a full force firing an all cylinders demanding again to know why my face wore such a sombre look. Rotimi was seated at his corner attending to the three girls who wanted to know the details of the principal's announcement and the level of our involvement. They had started with me and when they had got no favourable response from me and my bad face, they switched to Rotimi who was patient enough to answer their questions untiringly. They had poked and poked him to tell them when they would 'see' me and why I was in such a mood as I was that day. Rotimi had told them that things happened for a reason and all things in life are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that gets fixed after many trials and errors. He also told them that one cannot be happy everyday, so my day was like that because it was time for me to be sad. I did as if I never heard them. Rotimi is a friend. Shola refused me space and peace all through the break time because I rejected all her avenues to tell her what was wrong with me. I still by then had no appetite and when I saw that I needed peace, I followed her to the canteen where I told her what happened. She was short of words at first, but she later pacified me and told me almost all what I had heard the previous night except the parts of Rotimi's advice about our stay in school. Shola promised that I would stay with her till I recovered from my heartbreak. I tried to disagree but she would hear none of it. School closed for the day and Shola accompanied us home to pack our bags and things we would need for four days. It would be the first time that we would be sleeping outside our house apart from travelling home. We went back to Shola's house with me still in my sombre mood and Rotimi and Shola chatting away as Shola prepared what she said would be a surprise to me since I had refused to eat since the day's morning. As the smell of vegetable soup wafted into my nose from the kitchen, I could not but battle the Dara's sweet and sour memories from my mind... © Yettocome™ 2013 |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by Shurtman(m): 6:23pm On Jan 01, 2014 |
I love twist and turns bro U rock. Ehm................................................can I have some more?? |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by adegwurulez(m): 10:43am On Jan 02, 2014 |
hmmm... Ade and shola |
Re: Ade's Chronicle: A Tale by PrinceAdepoju(m): 3:56pm On Jan 02, 2014 |
adegwurulez: hmmm... Ade and sholain nollywood voice>>true love |
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