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Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 9:05pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
Efemena_xy:y? Y? Y? Y? Pls naw |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 9:24pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
Lyzbet: Fear dey catch Efemena. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 9:26pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
^^ Ha! Nice try, but I'm not rising to the bait. It's boring having to weave the story alone. Let others spice it up jor. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by maclatunji: 9:31pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
Keep writing others will join you. I am too busy. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 9:33pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
No. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 9:38pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
Uncle Efemena, if u continue d story, I wil buy u cheese balls *sobs and sighs* |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 9:41pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
^^ I'm female. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 9:46pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
Holy Mary!! OMG!! Am so very sowie, ma'am. I hope my apology is acceptd. Ndo, biko. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 9:56pm On Nov 08, 2012 |
No worries |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 2:10am On Nov 09, 2012 |
Efemena_xy: No worries Thx |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by An0nimus: 9:51am On Nov 09, 2012 |
The suspense is killing...spectators make una help na..I get Efe's point. Even if na just one xtra contribution, she go continue..Story is on point! |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Ice4jez(m): 2:06pm On Nov 10, 2012 |
just finish the story in my head.cos this is d end here |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 3:03pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
A saying goes thus; if you want to read a book that as not been written, write it. Madams Efe and Oluchi and all co-authors, pls criticise constructively. i hope i did a good job. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 3:15pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
Efemena_xy: Lola gently pulled her hand away from his kisses. She was weak within. She couldn’t continue to bear it. ‘’I want to go home’’, she said, and relaxed her body into the seat. I can’t go through this again, she thought to herself. I just can’t. But you love him. Do I? No, I don’t. Her mind fought back and forth with the thought of loving Kingsley or not. She was lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear him mutter “I’m sorry”. She was jolted from her thoughts when he started the car. The journey home was almost quiet. Kingsley had the urge to talk to her but he knew this wasn’t the right time. A few minutes from home, he softly asked, “Lola, I want to see you again.” She swallowed. “Why”, she asked. He sighed,” I have a lot to tell you, we have a lot to talk about but I don’t want to rush you I just...” His words faded with his voice. It was difficult for him too. He knew it was hard for her too. “Please, I really need to talk to you, I really want to see you again, but you need to rest, I’ll check on you next week, may we can work something out then.” All she said was “ok”. She wanted to see him too. “Thank you”, he said politely. He then took her hand and kissed the back of her palm, it sent familiar shivers down her spine. The crowd in the front of the Olatunji’s were talking endlessly as the Lexus slowed down in front of the house and stopped, several pairs of eyes were fixed on the vehicle that had just arrived and their minds were wondering who it is, until Lola stepped out of the car. The noise was as loud as that of a stadium, especially when a goal had just been scored. ”Welcome”, ”sorry o”, ”pele”, ”ndo”, ”sonu”, even the mallam who sells petty things was there to welcome her. It was shocking. This was the same neighborhood that looked at her with scorn and gossiped behind her whenever she walked passed. Her parents came out of the house on hearing the noise. Her father stepped out first, carrying Sandra. Immediately, Sandra saw her mother she screamed, ” Mummy!.” Mr. Olatunji put the little girl on the floor and she ran towards her mother. Lola lifted her up in her hands and kissed her. Sandra hugged her mother tight and whispered, “I miss u, mummy”, “I missed you too”, Lola replied. Mr. Olatunji patted Lola on her back and gave her a warm embrace and walked toward Kingsley to welcome him and thank him for bringing his daughter home. Mrs Olatunji moved towards her daughter and hugged her, almost choking her. “Lola, oko mi, pele, aahh, oju e re.” “Ese o, e ku idide o”’, she turned to the well-wishers, thanking them and indirectly telling them to go back to their homes. “Let’s go inside”, Mr. Olatunji urged his family and their guest. Kingsley kept staring at Sandra. He could not understand. Lola has a child? Is she now married? He mind kept on asking questions as they all stepped into the living room. The smelled of the ogbono soup filled the air. ‘Hmm’, Lola sighed. It was so good to be home. “Our doctor” said Mrs. Olatunji to Kingsley, “come and sit. Lola, you too sit. I have prepared food for you”, and she hurried into the kitchen. “Ma, you don’t… Kinsley started but was cut short by Mr Olatunji’s “no, no, no, you have to eat. My son, do you know what you have done for me? You can’t understand. You have given me back my daughter, and what do I give you in return, a plate of meal? That’s not even worth a minute fraction of her life. Please you have to eat, besides, my wife has been preparing all day. Please.” Kingsley had no more to say, he had no choice. The table was set before him. The aroma was inviting. It was irresistible. He silently thanked god that Lola’s father had persuaded him .he watched Lola and her daughter as they ate. His questions began to fill his head again. He couldn’t comprehend it. After a little talk about his demanding job, the country’s politics and the educational sector with Lola’s father, Kingsley rose up to leave. He turned to Lola and asked,”Can I have your number, I need to check on you occasionally, to ensure you are using your medication.” Immediately, Lola recalled everything that happened the night she fainted and remembered the most important thing, her interview! Her mother who had been watching her face calmed her, “don’t worry, everything is alright.” Her father turned to Kingsley,”let me give it to you.” After the exchange of numbers and pleasantries, Kingsley got into his car and drove off. When her parents came in after seeing Kingsley off, Lola asked,”mummy, where is my phone.” Her father interjected, “Lola, you have to rest like the doctor advised.” “But I need to check my mail”, Lola protested, “I need to know the outcome of the interview I went for two weeks ago.” Two weeks ago, would hold down a job for two weeks”, her mother argued. Lola sighed, maybe they were right, she thought. She drifted into sleep with her daughter in her arms. Back in the kitchen, Lola’s mother asked her husband, ‘did you notice any resemblance between Sandra and the doctor’, “ The doctor? “ Lola’s father looked puzzled. “Yes, the doctor, I’m going to ask Lola about it, and I keep wondering how she knew his name at the hospital. I hope she remembers. ” |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Cuddlemii: 3:20pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
^Hmmm...why have you not been writing before now? |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Hoyeenz(f): 3:52pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
@Lyzbet U̶̲̥̅̊ R̶̲̥̅̊ jez 2gud @Lyzbet U̶̲̥̅̊ R̶̲̥̅̊ jez 2gud |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Cuddlemii: 4:01pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
Hoyeenz: @Lyzbet U̶̲̥̅̊ R̶̲̥̅̊ jez 2gud @Lyzbet U̶̲̥̅̊ R̶̲̥̅̊ jez 2gud We just discovered another talent on here. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 5:12pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
@cuddlemii, was it dat gud? Seriously, l need 2 kw, bt l dnt think l was. Thx, Hoyeenz |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Cuddlemii: 5:14pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
Lyzbet: @cuddlemii, was it dat gud? Seriously, l need 2 kw, bt l dnt think l was. I think you should space it out a little. Your work will be easier to appreciate that way. If this is your first time, then you have the talent. I will read it again and give my review on it. |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by avicky(f): 7:43pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
Oh Lyzee baby... I'm giving u a 21 gun salute! U did beautifully well. Pls continue, so dt u can be more relaxed. Efe, where are thou? |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 7:54pm On Nov 12, 2012 |
^^ Present! Ma!! |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by avicky(f): 5:09am On Nov 14, 2012 |
Ok. Sit down like a good girl that u are and continue d story. Or else....? |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Ice4jez(m): 11:41am On Nov 14, 2012 |
efe i no go touch garri until u continue .and u know how hard he be to miss G4 |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Lyzbet: 9:44am On Nov 15, 2012 |
Some one should please continue this story naw |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by avicky(f): 8:06pm On Nov 16, 2012 |
Lyzbet: Some one should please continue this story nawU too continue naw... Sil vous plait! Let's feel ur vibes again. Merci! |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 1:04am On Nov 17, 2012 |
@ Lyzbet, avicky & Ice4jez: I promise, promise, promise...I'll continue the story soon. Just been a bit busy of late but nothing do una |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 1:10am On Nov 18, 2012 |
Efemena_xy: Amaka impatiently beeped her horn as she waited for Hassan to unlock the massive gates that led to her home. Amaka beeped her horn once more, slightly irritated at Hassan's delayed response. Where on earth was he? Sleeping at his post again? At this time of the day? "Hassan!" She called out impatiently. Why can't Uche install one of those modern day, electronic gates? She wondered for the umpteenth time. That would certainly save her the daily ritual of yelling for the gate man to do his job. "Haaaaaasssaaaaaaaaaaan!!" "Maaaaaaaaaaa!" Came a slurred response and shuffling of feet on the gravel laden driveway, from behind the huge metal gates. The dull clang of metal bolts sliding back against metal, greeted her ears as the gates swung open, to reveal an elderly man in his late fifties looking slightly dishevelled. "Haba! What took you so long?" She asked him. "Were you sleeping?" "No madam", he hastily replied, eyes averted from Amaka's searching stare, as he shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I ... I ... dey inside the boys quaters...", he stuttered uncomfortably, as he nervously scratched the back of his head. "Doing?" She queried. "I... be get visitor from village, madam. Dem no tell me say dem dey come. Na family member, come so..." He usually switched to pidgin whenever he felt uneasy. Amaka felt sorry for him and her initial vexation with him quickly evaporate away. He was the longest serving and most trustworthy employee they had. Well into his fifties with grown up children, he was still responsible for training and educating a good number of his nephews and nieces. It was hard for her to stay angry with him for long. "It's okay Hassan, never mind. But I need you to help me take some of the shopping inside", she added. "Yes madam", he replied as she drove through the huge driveway, past the swimming pool, to one of their three garages. He quickly closed and locked up the gates once more, before running to meet Amaka, in front of the garage. "Madam had a good day at work?", he politely asked as he heaved a couple of bags from the car boot. "Yes, it was fine thanks", she absent mindedly responded as she took out her keys from her coat pocket to unlock the front door. She stepped into the large spacious rooms of her home while Hassan followed at a respectful distance, as she made it to the kitchen. "Would madam be needing anything else?" he asked, as he placed her shopping bags on the newly installed kitchen work table. "No, no... that should be fine. Thanks Hassan", she responded with a quick smile. "Okay, then madam", he replied with a slight bow, as he left the kitchen and headed back towards the front door. As Amaka absent mindedly unpacked her shopping, her mind drifted to the day's activities earlier that afternoon... ****************************************** Lyzbet: Kingsley's mind was in turmoil during his drive back home from the Olatunji's residence. The shock of seeing Lola's little girl Sandra, had jolted him and he had been unable to think straight afterwards. Throughout the meal, Lola had carefully avoided eye contact with him. There were so many unanswered questions revolving in his head. Was she married? When? He certainly hadn't seen any wedding ring on her finger, nor the tell-tale marks of any ring, whatsoever. Or was she separated? Divorced perhaps? Or even widowed? But there hadn't been any pictures of a man hanging on her family walls in the living room, aside those of her family...her dad to be precise. He shook his head in exasperation as he drove through the busy streets of Lagos. With one arm manouvering the steering wheel while the the elbow of his other arm rested idly on the door, he hardly took note of the now thinning traffic, as his jumbled thoughts raced through his mind. Lola to him, was certainly an enigma, shrouded in mystery. So many questions. He remembered the indescribable pang of jealousy he felt as he watched Lola lovingly tend to the little girl. Her eyes seemed to soften every time she looked at her daughter. How he wished she would look at him that way too. He recalled little details, such as how mother and daughter had bent their heads down together, as though sharing a secret, which only they knew. He shook his head again. This is silly. That child is just what? Two? Three years old? The roads where much wider and less busy as he rounded on the dual carriage express way. The drive home from here was a short distance. Try as hard as he might, he couldn't seem to get thoughts of Lola and now the little girl out of his mind. His car picked up speed as he pressed his foot a little carelessly on the accelerator, as though to expel any thoughts of them both. He could see the speedometer gradually increase its readings as his car ate up the miles. Here he was, the normally cautious, if not over-cautious Kingsley, the level headed doctor, zooming through the early evening like a demented being. He couldn't understand his reaction, nor did he really want to, as he was past caring. You've really blown it man, he thought to himself. You had your chance and you let her go...you've lost her, big time man... his thoughts tormented him. The loud honking and flashing headlights, of an approaching heavy duty goods vehicle coming at him on his lane, trying to avoid a yawning pothole, broke his revivere and yanked him back to reality. He only just managed to swerve out of its way, narrowly missing contact with it by a hair's breath. "Jesus! That was close!", he said aloud. Sitting up in his seat, he forcibly removed all thoughts of Lola from his mind as he concentrated with determination, on the rest of his journey home. ***************************** Lola tossed restlessly in bed, willing sleep to come her way. She had nodded off on the living room sofa, with Sandra in her arms, soon after Kingsley left. The last thing she remembered before drifting off were the thoughtful expressions on her parents faces, as they had held a whispered conversation in the kitchen. She had been a bit curious to what the secret conversation was between them, but was unable to follow them into the kitchen. Her body had plans of its own as she succumbed to the tiredness that suddenly washed over her. Perhaps both her parents and Kingsley were right after all. She needed to get as much rest as possible. Although she still yearned to read the contents of her phone, her mothers determined expression told her it would be futile, to try and get her phone from her. Even though she had been asleep for a little over an hour, she still felt as though she had nodded off for only a couple of minutes. Her mother's voice had woken her from her slumber. "Lola." Her mother had called her, while gently shaking her. "Hmmm?", she had drowsily responded. "My daughter, you need to go to bed. You can't spend the night on the sofa here." "But I'm not tired", she had feebly protested. "Yes you are, and so is Sandra", her mother had countered firmly. "Take the child to bed, and try and get some rest too. That was the good doctor's instruction, and you must adhere to it", she added. "You go on ahead, don't worry, I'll bring Sandra to you, instead", she added. "Okay ma", she conceded. Now lying in her bed, she stared at the moonlit sky through the gap in her bedroom curtains, as she felt sleep had suddenly deserted her. She replayed the day's event in her mind. So much had happened, it was almost too much to take in. She thought of how Kingsley had held her hands tenderly at the hospital and in his car... about how he had kissed her. Just thinking of it sent shivers down her spine. She felt her face flame with embarrassment as she acknowledged how she had revelled in his kisses, not wanting him to stop. Sighing, she turned onto her side, facing Sandra. The slow, even breathing from the child confirmed that the little girl was in deep sleep. She recalled how Kingsley had barely been able to take his eyes of them both. She remembered seeing a flash of something in the depth of those brown eyes. Disappointment? No, that was too strong a word to use. Shock? Yes. Sighing again, she stretched quietly on her bed. The resemblance between Sandra and Kinglsey was just too much, for him not to have noticed. We most certainly need to have a long talk, she thought. If nothing else, Sandra deserves to know who her daddy is, and the least I can do about it is to just tell him. I owe him that. *************************************************** Unbeknown to Lola, Kingsley had called it an early night too, and was lying in bed with thoughts of her occupying his mind. For the umpteenth time, he picked up his phone which was lying close to him on the adjacent pillows on his bed. He thumbed through his contact list, stopping at Lola's number. With his fingers hovering over the call button, he sighed once again and dropped the phone once again on his pillows. He had been sorely tempted to dial her number, but for some strange reason had held back on several times. Lola...Lola...Lola... he called her name silently to himself. They most certainly had to talk, and soon too... 1 Like |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by EfemenaXY: 12:59pm On Nov 18, 2012 |
Lyzbet: A saying goes thus; if you want to read a book that as not been written, write it. Madams Efe and Oluchi and all co-authors, pls criticise constructively. i hope i did a good job. You did an excellent job dear The only thing I see here is that you need to space out your paragraphs a bit more. Single (or double line spacing, if using your phone) should do the trick, of making it even better. Well done girl - now don't stop writing and Continue The Story. 1 Like |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by avicky(f): 8:38pm On Nov 18, 2012 |
More. More. More. I want some more, pleaseeeeeeeeee! 2 Likes |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by Ice4jez(m): 1:30pm On Nov 25, 2012 |
so this is how u guys allowed this beautiful fotus to be unborn sha.god go give una great to finish watin una start.amen |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by purpinkx(m): 8:33am On Nov 26, 2012 |
Nice story .... But you guys(girls included) seem to have forgotten about sandra's school delima ... Abi that side don be ? |
Re: Continue The (Lola) Story by abmoslincoln: 2:18pm On Nov 26, 2012 |
i really enjoyed your write ups, the story seems to be a true life story |
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