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Re: Heartstrings by pweetychyka(f): 6:39pm On Oct 26, 2016
Stories like dis r d reason why I beg God to leave my enemies n help me take control of my friends embarassed embarassed cos I trust dem not!

God bless doc. Bassey.... his good work will surely reward em for good!
Re: Heartstrings by mistayeancah(m): 4:46pm On Oct 27, 2016
Nice one. You've gotten for yourself a big fan. I like all your stories.







Oya no dull am, update asap.

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Re: Heartstrings by queenitee(f): 4:51pm On Oct 27, 2016
Mrs/Miss shewrites,I'm waiting for updates..
God bless you






I don't trust friends again
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 6:58pm On Oct 27, 2016
@sirblero... *hugs*

@Missmossy... True talk.

@pweetychyka... Hmm... Friends. May God help us.

@mistayeancah... Yipee. You are welcome. Updates on the way.

@queenitee... Friends are like the eggs in a crate. Some are rotten and some are very fresh.

@all... Updates will resume tomorrow.
Re: Heartstrings by viktohmarkz(m): 7:36pm On Oct 27, 2016
shewrites nice one you got here.
Re: Heartstrings by queenitee(f): 7:57pm On Oct 27, 2016
Waiting eagerly ma
Re: Heartstrings by Nmaglit: 8:57am On Oct 28, 2016
She writes you've got a wonderful story here. Kip it coming
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 11:05am On Oct 28, 2016
HEARTSTRINGS

CHAPTER SIX

Tomisin and Tofunmi sat at the dining with their daughter. They were having breakfast at twelve noon. They woke up late that morning and realized that they were alone in the house. It had been a long time since they had slept that well.

“Do you know if the doctor is still around?” Tofunmi glanced at her daughter.

She met her mother’s gaze and shook her head.

“I think he has gone to work,” Tomisin munched at the toast in his hand.

Misi sipped at her chocolate drink. She could still remember when he caught her singing and dancing in the kitchen. She hoped he had
forgotten. The door bell rang. They looked towards the front door and wondered who it was. She placed her mug on the table and pushed back the chair. She got to her feet and strode to the front door. She unlocked and opened it slightly. A tall young girl stood at the doorway. She looked a bit familiar, but, couldn’t place where she had seen her.

“What are you still doing here?” the girl asked her.

Misi was taken aback by her attitude. Recognition hit her. She had seen the girl talking to the doctor the day he took them home. She
probably lived in the building too.

“Can I help you?”

“No!” the girl eyed her.

Misi looked up at her and shook her head. She could discern that the teenager was a trouble maker, “Doctor Bassey is not home. Come back when he returns.”

“I know that he isn’t home,” she snarled.

Misi folded her arms, “So, what are you doing here?”

“You and your family should go back to wherever you came from. You are not wanted here.”

She was beginning to feel provoked, “Shouldn’t you be in school or something?”

Chinyere hissed and pointed a finger at her, “I know your type. Your charms won’t work on him. He is mine.”

“Oh… I see…” Misi started to laugh. Now she understood the girl. She probably felt threatened by her presence. She definitely had a crush on
the doctor.

“What is so funny?”

“You… little girl.”

Chinyere’s nose flared.

“You are too young for the dating game. You better face your books. In five or six years, you might be ready. Right now, you will only get
hurt.”

She backed away, “I don’t need advice from people like you,” she turned away and ran down the stairs.

Misi stepped back into the flat and closed the door.


xxxxxx

Misi lay on the three-settee and dozed off while watching movies on African Magic Urban channel on the television. She opened her eyes and heard the door bell ringing. She blinked and stretched out. A loud yawn escaped her. She sat up and felt worn-out all of a sudden. She yawned again and pushed her weight up. She dragged her lazy self towards the front door and hoped it wasn’t the nosy infatuated teenager again. She peeped through the hole at the center of the wooden door and saw the doctor and someone else standing beside him. She turned the key and pulled the doorknob.

“Welcome doctor, good afternoon ma,” she smiled at the creamy brown skinned lady beside him. If she wasn’t mistaken, she was
unquestionably her age mate.

“Hi, Misi, right?” the lady smiled at her.

“Yes.”

“I am Enobong Etim.”

She threw a glance at him, then back at her. Were they related? Come to think of it, there was a slight resemblance between them.

“Please help us with these bags,” Bassey motioned at the Ghana-must-go bags by the door way.

“Okay,” Misi reached out for one of the bags and pulled. It was very heavy. What was in it?

Bassey and Eno pulled the two other bags into the flat.

“Where are your parents?” he asked.

“In the guest room, sleeping,” she responded.

“Okay…” he regarded her, “The clothes, shoes, jewelry, everything in these bags are for you and your parents.”

Misi looked at the big bags, and then stared at him in bewilderment.

Eno observed her. She was delighted that they were able to help the Phillips family.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Her throat tightened and her eyes smarted with tears.

“My sister and my parents donated everything,” he directed his gaze at his younger sister.

“Thank you,” Misi turned towards her, “Please thank your parents for me.”

Eno let out a chortle, “I will.”

“Great, I am going back to work,” Bassey turned around and walked out of the apartment.

“See you later,” Eno shut the door and turned to met Misi’s uncertain stare, “Let’s get these bags to the guest rooms, then, make something
to eat. I am famished.”

“O-kay.”

“I think these bags have sucked every iota of the food I ate this morning,” Eno rubbed her tummy.

Misi started to laugh.

“I am serious; I think I have also lost weight.”

She laughed harder and reached out for one of the bags.

xxxxxx

Sikemi hurried after her boss the moment he walked into his office.

“Please let Dr. Sylvester know that I am back. He must be exhausted by now,” Bassey instructed her.

“Yes sir, all right sir,” she stood adjacent to the desk.

“You can go,” he took a seat.

Sikemi nodded and turned around. Her high heeled shoes made click sounds on the tiled floor.

Bassey watched her leave the room and leaned against the chair. A relaxed smile lit his face. He felt fulfilled after dropping the bags for Misi and her parents. it was a good thing that his family had helped out. They had also donated furniture and electronics for the two bedrooms flat
he paid for down the street. They would be able to move into the place the next day. He was at peace. Her dancing figure flashed through his mind’s eye. He had not been able to delete the image from his memory. Whether he was asleep or awake, she seemed to linger in his thoughts. It was the first time in two years that he had thought of someone else other than his ex, Lovejoy. His chest tightened with pains.
Although he had gotten over her, her lack of trust and his friend’s betrayal gnawed at him like an old wound. He doubted if he was ready to trust another. Maybe in another year or two, he would be able to give his heart away again. He was already thirty-five and his parents were not pleased with his single status. It wasn’t his fault. He would have been married if not that his ex called off the wedding. He pushed the unpleasant thoughts away and scanned through the files on his table.

xxxxxx

He got out of his car and saw Chinyere and the ladies living opposite his flat standing a few feet away. Were they waiting for him?
What do they want now? He was exhausted and peckish. He trusted his sister to have prepared something. She doesn’t play with her tummy. He locked the car and headed for the one storey building.

“Good evening doctor,” they followed him.

“Evening ladies,” he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Doctor, Chinyere told us that you are accommodating those riff raffs who used to live in that uncompleted building down the street,” Halima snorted.

He sighed and moved his head from side to side.

This girl needs to be spanked with a very long, thick, and… and…

“You don’t know what they are capable of, it is very risky,” Simisola chimed in.

He remained mum and climbed the stairs. They scrambled after him, trying to get noticed.

“Some of these people use charms on men and enslave them.”

“You are a nice person. Don’t let them take you for granted.”

He halted at his door and faced them, “Thank you for your concern. Have a good night ladies.”

“Good night doctor,” they sighed heavily and returned to their flat.

Chinyere looked him up and down, folded her arms across her chest and stood in front of him like a stumbling block.

“Chinyere, Chinyere, Chinyere!” he waved a pointed finger at her.

She pursed her lips, “I am only looking out for you.”

“Who made you my guardian angel or my bodyguard?” his tone of voice rose a notch.

She grimaced. She didn’t like the fact that he didn’t appreciate her gesture of care.

He looked up at her, “I am old enough to be your father.”

“You are not my father,” she hissed and stepped backwards.

He heaved a sigh of distress, “Regardless… look young woman; I know you like me…”

She lowered her gaze. She had fallen for him since he moved into the compound but, he had always related with her like a child. She had
hoped that he would see her like a grown woman and learn to love her the way she loved him.

“Look… you are a good girl… but, I cannot go out with you,” he searched her pale face.

She bit at her lower lip. His words wounded her pining heart.

“I am not a pedophile,” he hoped he would be able to get through to her that night.

She looked into his honey coloured eyes, “I know that. It doesn’t matter what people might think… it is ‘you’ and ‘me’ that matters,” her eyes pleaded for understanding.

He raised his head and looked upwards. Why do teenagers have such thick skulls? Nothing ever got through to them.

Lord Jesus help me out here. She is not listening to me.

“Listen to me,” he gave her a long steady look, “I don’t love you, I cannot love you and I will never ever love you the way you want me to.”

Colour drained from her face. Wet dark eyes probed honey coloured firm ones. She gulped spittle, turned around and fled.

“Chinyere!” he took some steps forward, and then exhaled loudly. He ran his fingers through his brown cropped curly hair and stifled a yawn.
He backed up and pressed the door bell.

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Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 11:07am On Oct 28, 2016
HEARTSTRINGS

CHAPTER SEVEN

He saw Misi standing at the doorway clad in a knee length straight brown dress with a pink bow at the waist line. The colour blended with her chocolate brown skin, making her look fresh, clean and desirable. Her dark brown shoulder length hair was curled at the tip, giving her a stylish look.

“Welcome…” she felt uncomfortable under his gentle scrutiny. There was a gleam in his honey coloured eyes as he stared at her.

“Evening, how are you doing?” he stepped into the apartment.

“Fine,” she closed the door and followed him into the sitting room.

“Evening everyone,” he met his sister and the Philips watching the television.

“Welcome,” Eno winked at him.

“Evening doctor,” Mr. and Mrs. Philips greeted him.

“I hope there is food in this house,” he directed his gaze at his sister.

“Yes, I will set the dining,” Misi responded.

“Good, thanks,”he glanced at her and headed for his bedroom.

She hurried into the kitchen and brought out his bowl of ogbonna soup and a plate of semovita out of the microwave. She and Eno had made soup and stew that evening. She set it on a tray and carried it to the dining. She returned to the kitchen and brought out a pack of fruit juice from the refrigerator and picked a clean glass cup in the cupboard. She arranged it on the dining and dashed back to the kitchen. She filled an empty plastic bowl with water and reached out for one of the napkins hanging on the window. She took it to the dining table and joined Eno on the settee. She and Eno had hit it off that day. She found out that she worked at Wazobia radio station and coincidentally, they needed an accountant. Eno called her boss that noon and an interview date was scheduled for her. She believed that she would get the job. God had turned things around for her family and everything was working out for their good. She noticed when the doctor started eating. He was in his boxers and a white singlet. His fair skin made him to look like a half-caste. She wondered if his curly hair was natural or in perm. There were times when she was tempted to run her fingers through it.

How will it feel like?

She cleared her head. It wouldn’t be wise to develop feelings for someone that had decided to help her family with no strings attached. Relationship was the last thing on her mind anyway. Her last boyfriend had broken up with her when he got an opportunity to travel out of the country. He didn’t want a long distance relationship and he wasn’t ready to get married. Her family situation had also killed any desire to get involve with someone else. She might be ready to date again once they were back on their feet. She saw him leave the room. He must have finished eating. She got up and walked to the dining. She cleared the table and carried the empty dishes into the kitchen.

xxxxxx

Eno left everyone in the sitting room and went to one of the guest rooms to sleep. She had told Misi to be ready early the next morning so that she could be interviewed by her boss and hopefully gain employment at the Radio Station. She liked the girl, despite her family’s financial condition; there was still an air of affluence about her. She had a calm and peaceful aura. It had been a while since she had met someone who was so full of gratitude and had a firm faith in God. If she was in her shoes, she wasn’t sure how she would have reacted or coped. The Philips had stood the test of time. They were an encouragement to all that God never failed.

Misi came in and joined her on the bed. Her parents and the doctor were still in the sitting room watching the news. She needed to wake up early the next day. She couldn’t afford to sleep late and risk waking up late in the morning. In a minute or two, they were both fast asleep.
Bassey called Tomisin aside and they spoke in low tones. His wife discerned that they wanted privacy. She bid them good night and left the room.

“I have secured an accommodation for you and your family.”

Tomisin gaped in surprise. He prayed within that God would bless the young man. The Lord had used a perfect stranger to rescue them when friends and family turned their backs on them.

“It is a two bedroom apartment right here in Ikeja.”

He clasped his hands together, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

“You are welcome sir.”

“God will bless you,” his eyes glistered with tears.

“Amen. My parents and siblings donated furniture, electronics, kitchen utensils, food stuff, provisions, and a host of other things.”

“Wow!” his excited gaze held the younger man’s happy ones.

“You can move in tomorrow if you like.”

“That is good news, thank you so much.”

“I am happy to be used by the Lord to help you and your family… just thank God.”

He nodded in appreciation. He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. His heart expanded with joy, “God will bless you and your family beyond your wildest dreams.”

“Amen! Amen…”

Tomisin looked heavenwards, “Thank you so much Jesus. Oh God thank you.”

Bassey excused himself and went into his room. He would speak to his parents about how they could integrate Mr. and Mrs. Philips in their
work force. They had an outlet in Ikeja. The couple could work there and spend less on transportation. His brother had not given him feedback concerning vacancy in his place of work. He needed to get Misi a good job too. He had an accountant already in his clinic. If not, he would have employed her. He lay on the bed and soon drifted off to sleep. His dreams were completely taken over by the Philips’ daughter. She was singing and dancing.

xxxxxx

Misi sat in the reception hall and watched the soap opera been shown on the flat screen television fixed on the wall beside the Front desk officer’s desk. She had done the interview and was waiting for Eno to give her feedback. She hoped she would get the job. She needed it. It would be so good to start working and earning money. Her father told her that morning that the doctor had rented a place for them to stay and his family had furnished it. It was a dream come through. After spending more than a year on the streets of Lagos, they now have a place of their own again. Her parents had moved in that morning and had sent the address through a text message. She planned to leave for their new home immediately she left Wazobia radio station premises. People like the Etims were very rare. How many people would help complete strangers? People hardly help people they knew, talk about strangers. She prayed that God would reward them a million fold.
She sighted Eno across the room, walking towards her, wearing a brown skirt suit. She had a beautiful and elegant physique. Her black high heeled shoes made her look taller than her five feet eight inches height. She was taller than her elder brother. Why was the last child in most families taller than everyone else? The doctor was an inch shorter than his sister, about five feet seven inches. Was he shorter than his younger brother too? She had never met Imabong, though she had heard a lot about him. She had always been interested in guys that were taller than she was. If she dated someone like the doctor, most of her high heeled shoes would become useless. He was her exact height.

“Babes… you got the job.”

“Eureka!” she leapt to her feet.

Eno drew her close in a hug, “I am so happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

She released her, “You are starting work tomorrow morning.”

“Wow!” her eyes glittered in excitement.

“Eight a.m on the dot.”

“I will be here.”

“Let me see you off to the gate,” she placed a hand around her shoulders and led her out.

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Re: Heartstrings by clearboos(m): 11:36am On Oct 28, 2016
lovely updates ,but we still need more
Re: Heartstrings by Horlorlardaey: 11:46am On Oct 28, 2016
shewrites!!! shewrites!!!! shewrites!!!!!!
how many time did I call you?
you're dah bomb
following......
Re: Heartstrings by viktohmarkz(m): 11:52am On Oct 28, 2016
i can't seem to get enough.... more pls

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Re: Heartstrings by sirblero(m): 11:55am On Oct 28, 2016
clearboos:
lovely updates ,but we still need more


Am Telling You!!
Thankgod For The Life Of The Philips.... Wow..It Pays To Do Good... And Also Have Faith In God...
'God Will Surely Make A Way Where There Seems To Be No Way....
Nice Update Dr... Keep It Coming
*following!!
Re: Heartstrings by pweetychyka(f): 12:06pm On Oct 28, 2016
Does families like dis still exist

God bless Doctor Bassey's Family...

#stillglued
Re: Heartstrings by Nobody: 12:09pm On Oct 28, 2016
pweetychyka:
Does families like dis still exist

God bless Doctor Bassey's Family...

#stillglued


You and nairaland stories eh!


Someone should please help me with that Jacob Zuma's pix grin

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Re: Heartstrings by queenitee(f): 12:22pm On Oct 28, 2016
I love this
Basset and his family are muah
More updates please
Re: Heartstrings by pweetychyka(f): 12:57pm On Oct 28, 2016
Linqsz:


You and nairaland stories eh!


Someone should please help me with that Jacob Zuma's pix grin


My very own true padiiii...
U don see am na!
When u dey show back? wink wink wink
Re: Heartstrings by Missmossy(f): 1:13pm On Oct 28, 2016
Thank God for Bassey's family. Happy for them, people like these are rare in reality. Keep it coming SheWrites more wisdom to you dear. Kudos smiley

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Re: Heartstrings by Jayjezey: 2:34pm On Oct 28, 2016
Nice one dear.. More orgasms to ur throbbing pûssy.
Re: Heartstrings by Nobody: 2:51pm On Oct 28, 2016
thumbs up
Re: Heartstrings by Nobody: 3:45pm On Oct 28, 2016
pweetychyka:


My very own true padiiii...
U don see am na!
When u dey show back? wink wink wink


Iyawo mi.... 3rd week of dec i go enter eko cool

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Re: Heartstrings by pweetychyka(f): 4:08pm On Oct 28, 2016
Linqsz:


Iyawo mi.... 3rd week of dec i go enter eko cool

Ohkk dear!

We flexing d xmas together in lagos cheesy cheesy cheesy cheesy cheesy!

Neighborhood is boring now sha lipsrsealed lipsrsealed lipsrsealed
So bring enof money come ooooo grin grin
Re: Heartstrings by Nobody: 4:17pm On Oct 28, 2016
pweetychyka:


Ohkk dear!

We flexing d xmas together in lagos cheesy cheesy cheesy cheesy cheesy!

Neighborhood is boring now sha lipsrsealed lipsrsealed lipsrsealed
So bring enof money come ooooo grin grin

Normal.... you know say money no be problem cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool

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Re: Heartstrings by pweetychyka(f): 4:19pm On Oct 28, 2016
Linqsz:


Normal.... you know say money no be problem cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool

I believe ur government ma surest P kiss kiss kiss kiss

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Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 5:17pm On Oct 28, 2016
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out* *winks*
@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*
@viktohmarkz... Exercise patience now *winks*
@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.
@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.
@Missmossy... *hugs*
@Jayjezey... Ah! Ah! Ah! Son of God! Why?!
@khalifahsparkles... *winks*
@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 5:17pm On Oct 28, 2016
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out* *winks*
@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*
@viktohmarkz... Exercise patience now *winks*
@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.
@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.
@Missmossy... *hugs*
@Jayjezey... Ah! Ah! Ah! Son of God! Why?!
@khalifahsparkles... *winks*
@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 5:18pm On Oct 28, 2016
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out* *winks*
@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*
@viktohmarkz... Exercise patience now *winks*
@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.
@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.
@Missmossy... *hugs*
@Jayjezey... Ah! Ah! Ah! Son of God! Why?!
@khalifahsparkles... *winks*
@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 5:18pm On Oct 28, 2016
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out* *winks*
@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*
@viktohmarkz... Exercise patience now *winks*
@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.
@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.
@Missmossy... *hugs*
@Jayjezey... Ah! Ah! Ah! Son of God! Why?!
@khalifahsparkles... *winks*
@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 5:19pm On Oct 28, 2016
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out* *winks*
@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*
@viktohmarkz... Exercise patience now *winks*
@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.
@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.
@Missmossy... *hugs*
@Jayjezey... Ah! Ah! Ah! Son of God! Why?!
@khalifahsparkles... *winks*
@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 5:19pm On Oct 28, 2016
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out* *winks*
@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*
@viktohmarkz... Exercise patience now *winks*
@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.
@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.
@Missmossy... *hugs*
@Jayjezey... Ah! Ah! Ah! Son of God! Why?!
@khalifahsparkles... *winks*
@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*
Re: Heartstrings by SheWrites(f): 5:32pm On Oct 28, 2016
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out*
@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*
@viktohmarkz... Updates on the way.
@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.
@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.
@Missmossy... *hugs*
@Jayjezey... Ah! Son of God, why?!
@khalifahsparkles... *winks*
@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*
Re: Heartstrings by Horlorlardaey: 5:52pm On Oct 28, 2016
aunty shewrites, this your hug is tempting ooooo
SheWrites:
@clearboos... Oliver Twist *tongue-out* *winks*

@Horlorlardaey... *hugs*

@viktohmarkz... Exercise patience now *winks*

@sirblero... Yes o. God is forever faithful.

@pweetychyka... Yes o. Families like this exist. You will be surprised.

@Missmossy... *hugs*

@Jayjezey... Ah! Ah! Ah! Son of God! Why?!

@khalifahsparkles... *winks*

@all... Updates will resume tomorrow *winks*

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