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Toyin223:
Make I Invited My Wonderful Peoples To Dis Place
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I love ur work and the story is unique.Am also a writer bt nt yet a professional bt i wil love if u can orientate me,am on facebook nt yet on whatsapp because am using small phone.pls reply me if u wil render any help.

****HANNAH****


CONTINUATION...


ONE YEAR AFTER

Hannah sat quietly in her parents’ living room, she was super happy that she’d been able to keep her promise to herself and had not gone to her mother for any form of monetary assistance. She waited patiently for her stubborn father to show up, she was not moved, she knew he’d be angrier to see that she’d fulfilled her promise of not begging for his forgiveness. Sooner than she’d expected, Mr Ayodele walked into the room, frowning. He sat in the armchair opposite Hannah, his favorite spot, and stared into her eyes with hatred, anger maybe, that had a tinge of love hidden somewhere. Hannah as much as she’d have loved to, did not have the courage to hold his gaze, her throat felt dry and a sweat broke out on her forehead, her voice failed her and she hated herself for the moment because this wasn’t what she’d planned, she’d planned to walk in, drop the invitation card and their lace and then walk out without saying a word, she’d even gone further to imagine, in her mind’s eye, the look on her father’s face after her display and she’d laughed to herself then but now, there was nothing, she just sat like a child boxed into a corner, she smacked herself mentally for her cowardice, she was beginning to feel like her older sister, Ruth, who could never stare their dad in the face in situations like this and she hissed under her breath; with an inner resolve to break the fear she had for her father and also with the revitalisation of her stubbornness, she looked up and stared straight into Mr Ayodele’s eyes, her father, but she was still dumb struck, the expression on his face was more than enough to melt the strength she thought she had.

“Kini o wa se nibi? (What have you come here for?)” Mr Ayodele asked, calmly despite his fierce features, Hannah hated him for that, how could he sound so calm when she was on edge and losing her mind? she thought.

“I-I-I…” she stuttered, unable to form her words into a sentence.
“Iya Ruth, is this why you called me? Is this what you called me for? To waste my time? To listen to this rubbish?” Mr Ayodele asked, with is voice raised a notch.
“Rara o, olowo ori mi (no, my husband), Hannah has come with good news.” Iya Ruth replied and her husband hissed.
“Oya Hannah, soro (talk) now” she continued. Hannah looked from husband to wife and back again, she really afraid at this point, her dad had always been a strict disciplinarian and it had been difficult to look straight at him. She decided talking was a waste of time and energy so instead, she stood, dropped the polythene bag she’d been holding on the table, curtsied and walked towards the door before her father’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Take this rubbish out of my house now!” he ordered and stood to leave, immediately, iya Ruth went on her knees and held her husbands’ legs to stop him; begging him, pleading with him to at least check the content of the bag. Hannah was furious at herself, her plan had come to naught, she stood at the door; she knew at this point that she had to swallow her pride and kneel, not because she was sorry but because she wanted him to witness the success she and Tomiwa had achieved without his help; she also went on her knees without uttering a word as she watched her mom’s desperate plea.
After a good ten minutes that seemed like forever to Hannah, Mr Ayodele finally sat back in his chair and picked the bag to check its content; he let out a laugh that didn’t quite touch his eyes which meant he was bitter then hissed and dropped the bag and the content back on the table.


TBC
P.S- the conversation above is in the Yoruba language.
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Thanks a whole lot guys for the comments, I am very grateful...
Anticipate... Ayomide loves you

Ademidun18:
I love ur work and the story is unique.Am also a writer bt nt yet a professional bt i wil love if u can orientate me,am on facebook nt yet on whatsapp because am using small phone.pls reply me if u wil render any help.

Hi Ademidun, I'm also not a pro but as the saying goes, iron sharpeneth iron, we could help eachother... what's your facebook ID?

Mr Ayodele is crazy o

Nawa for Mr Ayodele o! Nice story tho

****HANNAH****


CONTINUATION...


“I have checked it o, what do you want me to do?” Mr Ayodele asked with a smile which was obviously faked. Iya Ruth signalled to her daughter to talk but Hannah refused and just stared into space.
“Hannah!” iya Ruth thundered when Hannah wouldn’t move “… eti e di ni? (are you deaf)” she asked. Hannah shifted, she was uncomfortable with her kneeling position, she decided to speak for her mother’s sake, left to her, she saw no reason to talk but since her father had decided to play dumb, she might as well just play along.

“Baba, nnkan to wa ninu polythene yen ni aso yin ati iwe iperanse fun tunmigbe emi ati Tomiwa. (baba, the polythene bag contains your cloth and an invitation to me and Tomiwa’s remarriage)” She mumbled after a minute’s hesitation. Mr Ayodele simply laughed then hissed before he went the way he’d come. Iya Ruth jumped to her feet and placed both hands on her head, these were the only two people in the family who always gave her a headache; she turned to face Hannah who was already standing with her hands folded across her chest.

“Ah! Hannah, do you want to ruin my life? Ah! See the way your father looked at you with disgust, your father o Hannah and you think this is life ah!” she lamented and bit a finger. Hannah hissed, she wasn’t ready for her dad’s negative vibes and she was also disgusted by her mother’s exaggeration so she curtsied again;

“Maami, mo ti fe ma lo, maa ma ri yin (mum, I’m leaving, I’ll see you some other time)” she said and left the room immediately. As soon as she’d gone, iya Ruth threw herself on the ground with both hands on her head.

“Ah! Temi bami, aye mi ti baje, ah, omo Hannah olori kunkun yi fe ba temi je, ah, Oluwa, tani mo se… (Ah! I am finished, my life is ruined, this sturbborn Hannah wants to ruin my life, ah, God, who have I offended…)” she lamented amidst sobs. After a while, she got to her feet and joined her husband in the room to plead with him further.

Hannah walked to the bus-stop with shaky legs, she wondered if she wasn’t taking things too far but the truth is that she was past caring, in fact, she was ready to severe what was left of the relationship between her and her father, she just couldn’t take it anymore. Right from when she was a child, she’d always doubted her father’s love for her but now that she thought of it, she had a feeling that he loved her but was just being a coward, maybe he was intimidated by her boldness or most likely, he felt insecure since she’d been the only child to always contest his decisions and she’d never let him decide for her unlike her older sister. She smiled to herself, now she understood her father, Mr Ayodele her dear father was a man with a low self-esteem, she shook her head because it had taken her thirty-three years of her existence on earth to realise this. Soon, she got to the bus-stop and luckily for her, there was a bus waiting for just one more passenger before it moved. When she got home, as expected, her children were back from school and were in mummy Sewa’s room, she got down to preparing the family’s dinner. When her husband got home and had had dinner, she narrated her ordeal with her father to him and a confused Tomiwa sighed deeply.

“But why is daddy acting like this ehn?”
“Tomiwa, don’t bother your head about that man jare, I just wanted to let you know how my day went.”
“Don’t talk like that, he’s still your father.”
“And so?” Hannah asked with disgust.
“Maybe I should go and see him personally.” Tomiwa said.
“See who, no way! Tomiwa, you would do nothing of such, that man is proud, just too proud, what else does he want, we’ve respected his wishes so far and God has helped us so much that we don’t need his assistance for anything, yet he’s still proving stubborn, in my own honest opinion o, if he likes he should attend the wedding or even if he decides not to come, it’s not the end of the world.
“I will just go and rent a father and if the worst happens, I’ll just adopt another father and disown him, what is his problem gan, there’s kuku nothing that is new under the sun so whatever happens is not going to be new too.” She thundered then hissed while Tomiwa smiled, he’d always found his wife’s anger towards her father very funny.
“It’s okay o, don’t wake the children, there’s school tomorrow.” Tomiwa cautioned calmly.


TBC

Na Wa Oo Like Father Like Daughter

Ayoomodaddy:

Hi Ademidun, I'm also not a pro but as the saying goes, iron sharpeneth iron, we could help eachother... what's your Facebook ID?

Adejumo Serena,thank u so much

Ayoomodaddy:

Hi Ademidun, I'm also not a pro but as the saying goes, iron sharpeneth iron, we could help eachother... what's your Facebook ID?

Adejumo Serena,thank u so much

****HANNAH****


CONTINUATION...


“Tomiwa, you are not going anywhere o, and I’m not even joking, if he can’t swallow that his stupid pride that is slowly sending him to the grave, then so be it, we are having this tunmigbe with or without his consent.”
“Hannah, calm down, you know we want to do the right thing and having your father’s consent is also part of it so I suggest we go see your parents with mum and talk things over with them before the tunmigbe.”
“Tomiwa, we don’t need baba’s consent, he’s sha not sponsoring anything so why bother your head, let him vex all he wants, when he’s tired, he’ll let us know.” Hannah said and Tomiwa grinned.
“Yes madam (pause) Hannah Hannah, you and this stubbornness ehn, only God that can deliver you.” He said.
“See, in all honesty, this is not a ,matter of stubbornness, it’s just a matter of common sense and maturity, it’s been thirteen years and this man has refused to forgive me for getting pregnant at age twenty or maybe it is because I decided to have the baby or maybe because I didn’t go to uni and decided to live with you instead (pause) Tomiwa, I don’t even know my offence and yet maami keeps hammering that I should beg baba for forgiveness.
“… If I can swallow my pride and go to his house to invite for my wedding then why can’t he do the same and at least tell me my offence, honestly, I am tired, really very tired and that is it.” Hannah said sadly as tears ran down her cheeks, Tomiwa immediately sprang from his seat, crossed the room and went to her side by the foot of the bed; he wiped the tears with his fingers and planted a firm reassuring kiss on her temple then held her for a few more minutes before they went to bed.

The next morning, the family went about their business as usual but Tomiwa had other plans. As soon as he dropped his wife in the market, he called his mother and told her to get dressed because he was taking her out then he called his mother in-law to know what time it would be okay for him to visit. Later in the day, around three PM, Tomiwa and his mother were on their way to the Ayodele’s residence. On getting there, they were told to wait for Mr Ayodele because he closed from work by four PM and wouldn’t be home until four-thirty. Finally, Mr Ayodele arrived; Tomiwa’s heartbeat tripled as a cold shiver ran down his spine, small beads of sweat broke out like pimples on his forehead as he saw his boyishly handsome father in-law walk in the front door. Mr Ayodele looked up as he heard greetings, he looked from his wife to the two visitors and back to iya Ruth before he responded to mummy Tomiwa’s greeting (Tomiwa is an only child).

“Ekaasan o (good afternoon o)” he greeted with a straight face and continued on his way into the house. Iya Ruth sprang to her feet, partially stopping her husband from going further into the house.
“Babe, eyin na lon wa wa, won tin duro de yin tipe (baba, they are here to see you and have been waiting for a while.)” she said as Tomiwa quickly prostrated to greet Mr Ayodele for the third time. Mr Ayodele smirked and turned fully to face Tomiwa.
“Ngbo, won ni emi le wa wa, kilosele o (I was told you’re here to see me, what is the matter)” hye asked
“Beeni sah, emi ati mummy mi la jo wa be yin ni sah. “Yes sir, I came with my mum to beg you sir).” Tomiwa replied with a shaky voice.


TBC

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****HANNAH****


CONTINUTION...


“Be mi fun kini? (beg me for what?)” Mr Ayodele asked.
“Daddy e ma binu si wa, a mop e ati se yin sugbon dariji wa… (daddy, please don’t be offended, we know we’ve wrong you but please forgive us…)” mummy Tomiwa was saying before Mr Ayodele raised his hand to silence her.
“E o se mi o, emi o binu si yin o, mio de mo nnkan ti e wa be mi fun (you haven’t offended me, i’m not angry with you and i dont know what you’ve come to beg me for).” He said
“Daddy wa e jo sah (please sir).” Mummy tomiwa said and went on her knees and iya Ruth did same since Tomiwa had been prostrating all through.
“Ah, ah, ah, stand up o, don’t put me in trouble o, what will people think if someone walked in and saw all three of you like this, I said you’ve not offended me and I don’t know why you’re begging me neither am I angry with you so please stand up.”
“No sir, let us remain like this.” Tomiwa pleaded and Mr Ayodele laughed, in my opinion, I think he was enjoying the attention and the feeling of being a very important father in-law but hey, I’m just an observer, I really don’t know what’s on his mind.
“If it is about the wedding, don’t worry, I’ll be there, I have even called my tailor and he’ll be here later this evening to take my measurement, don’t worry, it is settled abi am I God that all of you ar kneeling before me, please stand.” He said and they all obeyed. After a brief chat on what was expected of the Ayodele’s towards the wedding, Tomiwa and his mom thanked Mr Ayodele and left the house. Tomiwa made his mom promise not to tell Hannah of their little visit to her parents because he knew she’d be furious but he felt he’d done the right thing, two wrongs, they say, don’t make a right and two stubborn heads and minds would never lead to any form of progress. Tomiwa was glad that he’d done what he did because he felt it was the right thing but he would keep it from his wife for as long as he could because he knew Hannah only too well, telling her would only signal the beginning of world war three and he clearly wasn’t ready for that sort of drama. After dropping his mum, Tomiwa rode straight to the market to be with his wife. As expected, Hannah was surprised to see him but she was glad that her husband had come to pick her and she enjoyed the attention she got from other market women for the thirty minutes Tomiwa was around before they headed home.

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“Baba, e ba se suuru (baba, you need to exercise patience)” iya Ruth said to her husband. It had been two weeks since the tunmigbe ceremony and Mr Ayodele was furious that Hannah had not called to thank him for attending, iya Ruth had been optimistic that she’d call but her optimism had dwindled as the days went by.

David, the Ayodele’s last and only son, sat quietly observing his parents, he’d always hated moments like this when talks about his sister were brought up, he’d only dropped by to say hello because he was in the area and his father had started ranting. David shook his head, he wasn’t sure how his parents would react but he had a few things on his mind to say. He moved closer to his mother on the cane couch but was intent on talking his father.
“Baba, maami…” he began “… I have a few things to say.” He added as he looked from husband to wife and back but was forced to drop his gaze because the look on Mr Ayodele’s face was nowhere near friendly.
“Go on, we’re listening.” His mother urged.
“Baba, I really think you and aunty mi are taking this issue too far as in you’re making a mountain out of a mole hill. We all know that aunty mi is very stubborn and can be childish at times but baba you are mature, if she doesn’t call then you should call her, that simply shows you’re older and honestly speaking, I don’t know why you’re still angry since boda Tomiwa has already called you and maami.
“I know I’m the youngest in this family but at least I have a functioning brain, baba your attitude towards aunty mi, and I’m not sorry to say, is very immature, you are her father and you should learn to let some things go, this cold war between you guys has taken too long baba and it needs to come to an end.” David said as his parents stared at him in awe, Mr and Mrs Ayodele were particularly shocked at their son’s words because the David they knew was a very quiet and shy boy but now, with the way he’d spoken, they had to acknowledge that he was now a man.


TBC

David U Try

Ayoomodaddy:
There are at least three Adejumo Serena's on facebook which one are you

i wore a brown skirt,white inner and black blazer in my profile picture.there is also a royal blue toyota avensis in the background of the picture.

David!

Three gbosa for you!

You really spoke my mind, I wonder why two adults will be behaving like toddlers.

Thimbs up writer.

Thanks for the comments guys, I'm very grateful but I need clarification o, what does 'moderator's pick of the day'
I'm guessing it's a good thing, maybe I should start dancing...

Ademidun18:
i wore a brown skirt,white inner and black blazer in my profile picture.there is also a royal blue toyota avensis in the background of the picture.

Okay, done, I'm Oloruntobi E Ayomide on facebook.... Small world though, we have a mutual frien gan sef

Ayoomodaddy:
Thanks for the comments guys, I'm very grateful but I need clarification o, what does 'moderator's pick of the day'
I'm guessing it's a good thing, maybe I should start dancing...

It means your story will be made sticky on the board I.e when people visits the board, they see it first.
And it has high chances of being recommended for Fp

Divepen1:
It means your story will be made sticky on the board I.e when people visits the board, they see it first.
And it has high chances of being recommended for Fp

Oh, I see... Please pardon my illiteracy, biko what is 'Fp'... No vex.

Ayoomodaddy:
Oh, I see... Please pardon my illiteracy, biko what is 'Fp'... No vex.

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Ayoomodaddy,you must be a humble lady. I loved the way you asked questions in a courteous and humorous way instead of dying in ignorance. I'm your biggg fan.

****HANNAH****


CONTINUATION...


Iya Ruth smiled to herself because David, in a few minutes, had just voiced her thirteen year old thoughts, she was glad that his three-year old marriage was beginning to change him or maybe fatherhood was the cause. She looked in her husband’s direction and was shocked to see the hint of a smile hidden at the corner of his lips, she knew her husband to well and knew he was definitely feeling like a proud father. The silence in the room was killing, it seemed like it had a very sharp knife and was gradually slicing iya Ruth’s delicate skin, she decided to do something about it and speak.
“Oshey ok mi.” she said to David who looked unsure of himself as though he thought his father would slap him or something. Mr Ayodeji looked at his son, he was proud of him, David had never talked back at him or disobeyed him and he was beginning to think of him less of a man but with this speech, he could proudly say that he had a son; he’d even secretly wished David was like Hannah not for any spectacular reason but because he just thought he’d feel better.
Baba cleared his throat and looked straight at David who still didn’t have the courage to look back at him.
“David…” he began “… David, my dear son, to say I am not surprised with the way you spoke is a big lie, infact, I am shocked but not in a bad way, I am proud of you and very glad with what you’ve said, indeed you have spoken well. Truth is I have long forgiven your sister but her hard head is what is killing her, I would be glad if you can talk to her in this manner too.” He said and the whole room brightened, the tension disappeared and David and his mother smiled. The family chatted awhile then David went home.

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“Oga give me my money now.”
“Bros, I no get change.”
“Ehn, how much dey your hand make I go find change come.”
“No be that kain change I dey talk, wetin I mean be say I no get bar.”
“Oga wtin be this now, you for tell me for park now.”
“My guy no vex, I go give you latest by next week.” Tomiwa smiled, so he had to wait till next week for ordinary fifty naira.
“No worry, dey go but next time e go better make you tell the driver before una comot park, no be everybody fit free you.”
“My guy no shaking, no worry I no you wella, I go give you your money, thank you ehn.” The passenger said, tapped Tomiwa on the shoulder and walked away; Tomiwa shook his head, he couldn’t count the number of passengers he had carried for free. He turned the tricycle round and went back to the park. On getting there, a garage tout walked up to him.
“Wos, wobi ogbeni…” he said and Tomiwa obeyed “… That passenger wey wear fez cap, the one wey you carry nanow, hin pay money?” Tomiwa smiled, how did it concern a garage boy whether his passenger paid or not.
“Yes now, hin pay now, before nko.”
“You sure, if hin no pay, talk now o make we go treat hin f up.”
“Alaye, the guy pay, na fifty naira hin gimme.”
“Okay, no wahala.”
“Em, alaye, no vex o, the guy do you bad before?”
“Oga ade shut up, na the thing way I ask you make you answer.” Tomiwa knew he had to keep quiet at this point so I raised both of his hands in salute until the tout walked away. He pondered on the episode briefly and casually brushed it off his mind as one of those things that happened in the garage. After seven more trips, Tomiwa decided it was time for him to go home, he’d promised to buy sliced bread for his children and he did that then filled his fuel tank in preparation for the next day and headed home.


TBC

Divepen1:
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Okay o....thanks...

EvaJael:
Ayoomodaddy,you must be a humble lady. I loved the way you asked questions in a courteous and humorous way instead of dying in ignorance. I'm your biggg fan.

Chai, I am humbled o...Dalu

Ayoomodaddy:
Okay, done, I'm Oloruntobi E Ayomide on facebook.... Small world though, we have a mutual frien gan sef

small world indeed,lol,thanks

Ayoomodaddy:
Okay, done, I'm Oloruntobi E Ayomide on facebook.... Small world though, we have a mutual frien gan sef

small world indeed,lol,thanks

Ayoomodaddy:
Okay, done, I'm Oloruntobi E Ayomide on facebook.... Small world though, we have a mutual frien gan sef

small world indeed.Thanks

What a nice story we have here...keep the good work going

****HANNAH****


CONTINUATION...


When he got home, he met Korede crouched and crying in a corner of the room while Yejide, who obviously had failed to pacify him, rushed to greet him and collect the things he’d bought. Tomiwa walked to the crying eleven year old boy and lifted him in his arms, he had to admit that the boy was growing faster than he’d imagined.
“Akanni, what’s wrong?” he asked
“Mummy beat him.” Yejide supplied while Korede sniffed.
“Senior advocate of my brother, thank you ma, I wasn’t talking to you.” Tomiwa replied jokingly since Yejide had always said she wanted to become a lawyer and the latter smiled.
“Mu-mmy tore m-m-my draw-i-i-drawing book.” Korede stammered and Tomiwa shook his head, Hannah always complained that the child was wasting her money when in actual fact she was the one wasting money by tearing and sometimes burning his drawing books, Tomiwa made up his mind to talk to his wife and try to find out the basis of her hate for arts. He dropped the boy, who by now had calmed down a notch, and held him firmly on the shoulders.
“Akanni my boy, don’t mind your mummy ehn, I will buy two new drawing books and one poster colour for you and I promise that your mother will never touch your stuff again so cheer up.” He said and his son smiled. Minutes later, while he was playing with the children, his wife came in carrying a pot of food with a torch light firmly secured in her slumber net.
“Yejide!” she shouted “… see your useless life, I’m in the kitchen and you’re here playing, wait sef, you want to tell me that you didn’t hear that I was calling you since abi.” She added with a fierce frown on her face, the air in the room seemed still as though everyone stopped breathing; anticipating Hannah’s next line of action . a scared Yejide jumped to her feet while Korede snuggled closer to his dad on the bed.
“Hannah, Hannah, I don’t like the way you shout at these children o, you should take things easy now.” Tomiwa advised in a surprisingly calm tone.
“Ehehn, sorry o Mr father of children, I will take things easy when you stop pampering them. Oya two of you, before I open my eyes, go and bring the remaining things in the kitchen, if you like waste time but if anybody steals my things peren, you will smell your yansh.” She hissed and the children rushed out of the room with Yejide leading the way with a torch light.
“Sha rora. (be careful)” Tomiwa said and sat up on the bed.
“Good evening, welcome, how was work today?” she replied.
“Work was fine o, I had no idea I deserved any greeting tonight.”
“I’m sorry, those children have been annoying me since I got back.”
“Okay, I see, that explains why you tore yet another of Korede’s drawing books.”
“Don’t even go there o Tomiwa, don’t go there, the boy will be wasting my money and you expect me to fold my hands abi, that’s how you will do do do that you will spoil them so much that they won’t know the value of money.”
“Ehehn, I didn’t know wasting now has another meaning o because from what has been happening, I thought you were the one wasting money since you’re always tearing the drawing books the child bought with money.” Tomiwa said with mock seriousness.
“Tomiwa please o, I am not ready for this.” Hannah replied shortly and Tomiwa raised his hands in surrender and grinned.
“Okay ma but tomorrow, I’m buying two drawing books for my son and I must not hear that one mummy tore it o.” Hannah knew she’d lost the argument so she smiled; Tomiwa was a man of little words and she knew that she sometimes took him for granted but that was no excuse when it came to him being serious and in this case, she could hear the seriousness in his voice. She smiled again realising that she was falling in love with her husband more and more every day. By now, the children were back in the room; with dinner served, the family got down to business, said their night prayers and went to bed.



TBC

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