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Re: Bukky Alakara by rockyh(m): 7:29am On May 10, 2017
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Re: Bukky Alakara by pweetychyka(f): 7:56am On May 10, 2017
Am inviting u all on this journey of love, suspense and thrill... welcome

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Thanks for d mention maami
Patiently waiting for updates
Re: Bukky Alakara by Mobecs(f): 10:05am On May 10, 2017
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Thanks for the invite SheWrites, trust this will be another beautiful piece.
Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 11:02am On May 10, 2017
I welcome you all. Updates commences soon.

Come with your popcorn, ice-tea, sharwama, viju milk, zobo, groundnut, pringles, etc

It's story time * winks*

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Re: Bukky Alakara by spixytinxy(f): 5:33pm On May 10, 2017
Thanks for the invite
Re: Bukky Alakara by chillgist(m): 6:30pm On May 10, 2017
Thanks alot for the invite, appreciate it
so well
Re: Bukky Alakara by Akinwale14(m): 6:30pm On May 10, 2017
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Thanks sis
Re: Bukky Alakara by Akinwale14(m): 6:35pm On May 10, 2017
Madam Shewrites we are waiting for the first episode oo,don't keep us waiting if you don't want us to beat you blue and black.
Re: Bukky Alakara by Topscoque(f): 10:22pm On May 10, 2017
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Re: Bukky Alakara by oluwatymylehyn(m): 8:03am On May 11, 2017
I got your mention shewrites. I'm much obliged to your kind gesture. I hope I've not come late? Another intriguing story from a meticulous writer. It promises to be another interesting story from this author of many wonderful stories. keeping my fingers crossed as the updates keep rolling in. Happy reading to all the fans of shewrites.
Re: Bukky Alakara by mistayeancah(m): 9:47am On May 11, 2017
Madam SheWrites. Though I've not read this piece, I trust it will be interesting like the previous ones. More ink to your pen.
Re: Bukky Alakara by charytea(f): 7:02pm On May 11, 2017
Present Ma'am... Carry go!

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Re: Bukky Alakara by Akinwale14(m): 7:21pm On May 11, 2017
Shewrites come and start the story nah
Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 11:51am On May 15, 2017
Updates begins this morning.
Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 11:53am On May 15, 2017
[center]CHAPTER ONE[/center]

Bukky and her mother’s younger sister, Kike, got down from the bus. It was about seven in the morning. She was surprised to find the market place crowded with people. She followed her aunt and tried to keep up with her.

“This is where I make ends meet every day,” Kike addressed her niece.

Bukky glanced at her. The woman was a little bit taller than her. One inch taller to be exact.

“I carry loads for as little as fifty naira, I fetch water for as low as ten naira per gallon, sometimes twenty naira per gallon during scarcity. I assist buyers to get around the market for a token and I also help the sellers to get customers. In a day, I make as much as three thousand naira and as low as five hundred naira.”

She nodded her head, taking in all the information.

“This is how I pay the bills, feed and clothe.”

She nodded again.

“You have to fend for yourself. I can provide you shelter, but, that is as far as I can go,” the note of finality in her voice wasn’t lost to her.

“I understand aunty mi.”

“Good. I have to go. We will meet at home around seven in the evening.”

“Okay aunty.”

“Beware of pick pockets and all those jobless touts,” she waved a warning finger.

“Yes aunty,” she watched her leave.

Eighteen year old Bukky looked around her. A slight tremor ran through her spine. She didn’t even know where to start from. Her tummy tightened in vengeance. She wished she was still living with her parents. Things had gone from bad to worse for them that year. She and her siblings had been shared among relatives in order to ease the stress on her parents. Her father had lost his job and her mother didn’t make much from the sales of vegetable in the market. It had become difficult to feed and pay the bills. She hoped they would get back on their feet soon enough. She said a quick prayer and merged into the crowd, looking for how to make money for her next meal.


Gbemiga Phillips towered over his parents and siblings. He was the tallest, about five feet eight inches and the darkest. It was a very happy day for them all. Their beaming dark faces looked up at him. He had just received a letter from the Ministry of education. He had been given a scholarship to study Economics and Statistics in the Lagos State University. He had passed his GCE and JAMB examinations with flying colours. It had been a relief that his parents wouldn’t have to suffer to sustain him in the higher institution. They had gone through thick and thin to get him educated. He was the only one who had completed the Secondary School education in his family. They couldn’t afford to add his younger sisters to the list. His father was a Security guard at the home of a rich man in Surulere. His mother and sisters worked as cleaners in Onward Paper factory. It would be difficult, but as far as the government paid for his school and accommodation fees, he had only feeding and books to worry about.

“God has answered our prayers, e se baba, baba e se…” Remi began to dance in circles. Her daughters joined her.

“I am so proud of you,” Baba patted him on the shoulder.

“Thank you sir,” he bowed in respect and grinned. He was happy that they were all happy for him.

“By the time you graduate and complete your service year, you will get a good job, and move us out of this hell hole,” Remi eyed their surroundings, “My enemies will be put to shame.”

“Yes o!” Lola and Kemi chorused.

Baba and Gbemiga exchanged glances and began to laugh.

He caught the glimpse of a dark slim average in height young lady walking past them. She mumbled a greeting and walked straight into one of the twenty rooms in the bungalow. He knew everyone that lived in the compound. He could swear on his grandfather’s grave that she was new. He had seen her with Aunty Kike that weekend. Were they related? Was she on a visit?

“You must stay clear off all those bad boys,” his mother pointed a warning finger at him.

He glanced back at her.

“Yes,” his father nodded in agreement, “There are dangerous cults in that school.”

“Brother Gbemiga is not in their level at all,” Lola, his immediate younger sister smiled at him.

“Yes o. He doesn’t have time for such nonsense,” Kemi, the last child, chimed in.

“Born again lomo,” Lola chuckled.

“Yes o,” Kemi added.

Their parents began to laugh.


Kike and Bukky sat on the mat and ate from a bowl of amala with ewedu soap.

“I am surprised that you made one thousand naira today.”

She looked up at her aunt and swallowed the food in my mouth.

“I can still remember my first day out there, I didn’t make a kobo. I returned home and slept on an empty stomach,” Kike lamented.

Bukky dipped a lumped of the plantain flour into the peppery soup. She didn’t make a dime that day until about six in the evening. She helped a woman to carry her purchase to the car and she gave her a handsome tip. If not for that, she would have returned home without a penny. She had never worked in her life. Her parents had done their best to take care of her and her siblings. If only wishes were horses. She wished God would give back her father his former job so that things would return to normal.

“Once you are full, go and fetch water and fill up our drum. That crazy tap might decide to go on strike tomorrow morning. You know we need to leave the house very early.”

Bukky nodded in affirmative.


Gbemiga placed a bucket under the running tap. He was in a black tee shirt and a pair of brown three quarters khaki trouser. He opened the tap and waited for the bucket to fill up. His heart missed a beat when he saw her coming towards him, carrying about four plastic buckets. He looked around him and searched his blank mind for what to say to her.

Bukky dropped the buckets on the concrete and looked up at him, “Good evening.”

“Evening,” he mumbled without looking at her.


He glanced at her.

“I heard your dad… I hope to be in your shoes one day,” she smiled and looked away.

“Thanks…” the whole neighbourhood must have heard that he was given a scholarship. He lifted the overflowing bucket away from the tap.

She placed one of her buckets under the tap and waited for it to fill up.

“What’s the name?”

She looked up at him, caught unawares. He was about three inches taller than her.

“My names are Oluwagbemiga Philips,” he stretched out his right hand.

She looked at his hand, and then back at his dark face, “Oluwabukola Folorunsho,” she shook his hand.

Their gazes locked. The air became still. The background noise faded away. She felt pulled into the dark calm pool of his eyes. He took a step closer, drawn to her like nails to magnet. He brushed his left hand over the side of her dark smooth oval face. She sucked in breath. The light touch had ignited sparks within her. She stepped back and he dropped his hands. He carried his bucket of water by the handle and walked away. She exhaled and turned around. He was gone.

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Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 12:00pm On May 15, 2017

Bukky walked out of the house, clad in a blue jeans and a blue fitted tee-shirt. She held her small black hand bag close and headed down the street in a black low heel sandal. She took the turning that led to the bus-stop and saw Gbemiga afar off. Her heart missed a beat. She had a flashback of the other night. The way he looked at her, the intense feeling that coursed through her body when he touched her face, she closed her eyes and tried to block the memory. She had heard her elder sister gisting with her friends about how she had, had a crush on a boy in their area. What she described was a bit similar to what she was experiencing, although hers seemed a bit too fast. She had only known Gbemiga for a couple of days and the sudden likeness seemed too soon. The attraction made matters worse. Was it possible to feel so strongly for someone one just met? Maybe it was one of those things and it would fade away. What if it didn’t? She had never dated anyone before. She had been asked out a number of times, but, she had decided to wait until she was older. She was eighteen now. Was she old enough? The little she knew about relationships was what her elder sister and her friends discussed. The fact that several girls got pregnant and became single mothers in her former neighbourhood had back-pedaled her plans. Many had also died while trying to get rid of their pregnancies. She opened her eyes and saw him approaching her, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Morning Bukky,” he halted in front of her, blocking her way.

“Morning Gbemiga,” she looked towards the bus-stop.

“Heading to work?” he followed her gaze.

She nodded.

“Can I see you off to the bus-stop?”


They walked side by side.

“Are you related to Aunty Kike?”

She glanced up at him and nodded, “She is my mum’s younger sister.”

“Okay. How long are you staying with her?”

She pressed her lips together. She had applied lip-gloss on it that morning.

“I don’t mean to pry,” he tried not to sound desperate. He had hoped against hope that she would be staying in the area for a long while.

She shrugged, “I don’t really know.”

“Okay, but, will you be here till Christmas?”

She shrugged again.

“I hope so,” he sighed heavily.

She looked up at him, wondering why he wanted to know if she would still be around during the holiday season.

“I will be resuming school in September. I hope you will still be around when I return for the Christmas holiday,” he met her gaze.
Bukky looked away. She had no formal education. Her parents could afford to give them shelter, food and clothing in their early years, but, getting educated was like wishing for a house full of gold. Things had gotten worse when her father lost his job. She hoped her siblings were living well with her father’s siblings.

“I believe that you can get into the higher institution too. Don’t give up,” he encouraged her.

“I have never seen the gate of any school, going to the university is far-fetched,” sadness glinted in her dark eyes.

Gbemiga pitied her. There were several people in his area that had no form of education too.

“I have always dreamt of going to school,” she tried to smile.

“Don’t give up. Whatever you place in God’s hands, he will perfect it.”

She nodded in agreement. She was going to take God up on that. They stood at the bus-stop and waited.

“I will be twenty in August, I am not celebrating or anything, but, I will like to spend that day with you.”

She looked back at him in surprise.


“My birthday is also in August.”

“Splendid! Mine is on the 15th.”

“Same day,” she turned away and gave a shake of head. It was weird meeting her birthday mate.

“No way!”

She smiled back at him.

“Wow!” his head bobbed with excitement.

She heard a bus conductor shouting ‘Mushin Olosha’, “My bus is coming.”

“Okay. Our birthday is next month. I am going to save towards it. Maybe we can celebrate with cup-cakes and ice-cream or suya and drinks.”

“You barely know me,” she eyed him.

“That is why I want to spend that day with you; it is part of getting to know you,” he stressed.

She wasn’t convinced.

“I like you.”

She directed her gaze at him, “So? I believe I am not the first girl you have liked.”

He started to laugh, “You are right. You are not the first girl I will be asking out either.”

She eyed him. He seemed too smooth for her liking. Why did guys who were easy on the eyes think they could smooth-talk any girl into a relationship?

“I know you like me too. There is something special about us,” his dark eyes bored into hers.

She rolled her eyes and waved down the bus heading for Mushin.

“So, what do you say?”

“As in?” she observed him.

“Come on girl…” he shifted on both feet.

“Not interested,” she got on the bus.

He watched the bus leave. He scratched a spot on his head. It had been a long time since he had been turned down by a girl. Maybe he acted too fast. He should have waited. She was right, they barely knew each other, but that night, what he felt, he could bet the whole world that she felt it too. He turned around and headed home. He needed a better plan.


Kike walked into the compound carrying a sack filled with yams. Gbemiga was seated outside the house, playing a game of ludo with some of his friends in the area. The moment he saw her, he ran up to her and relieved her of the heavy sack and dragged it into the building. He followed her into her room and placed it beside the waist length cupboard.

“Thank you very much,” she beamed at him.

“It is a pleasure aunty,” he bowed his head in respect.

“Bukky come and give me some of the mangoes I bought yesterday.”

His eyes widened in surprise. Was she in the room? He looked around and found her seated on the mattress. She met his gaze, turned away and got up. She had on a pink spaghetti top with a red and brown coloured wrapper tied around her waist. She picked a few mangoes from the bowl on the table beside the window and approached him. He collected the fruit and smiled at her. His hands brushed against hers; her eyes flew up and met his intense stare.

“God will bless you. I am so tired. Bukky what did you cook?” she walked towards the paper-thin mattress and settled on it.

She stepped away and glanced at her aunt, “I prepared yam porridge.”

“Please give me some. I am so hungry,” she pulled at her scarf and threw it on the bed.

“Good night ma,” he headed out.

“Gbemiga thank you,” Kike called after him, “Is the porridge still hot?” she directed her gaze at her niece.

“I don’t think so.”

“Go and warm it for me,” she kicked off her sandals and lay on the bed.

Bukky opened the cupboard and brought out a plate and a pot. She hurried out and headed for the kitchen which was at the back of the twenty room bungalow.

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Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 12:30pm On May 15, 2017

Bukky got down from the bus and started to walk home. She sighted Gbemiga standing at a corner and wondered who he was waiting for. She waved at him and walked past, but, he held her by the elbow.

“I have been waiting for you.”

“Really?” she seized him up. He looked fresh, as if he had just had his bath. He smelled well too. The red tee shirt and black jeans did justice to his good looking features.

“Yes. Have you forgotten what today is?” he released her hand.

Her eyes darted about. What was he getting at? She hoped her aunt was home. It would be great if she had also prepared dinner. A nice bath, then a palatable meal, what more could one ask for?

“It’s the fifteenth of August.”

She shifted on both feet, “So?”

Her response didn’t go down well with him, “I can’t believe you forgot our birthday.”

“Oh… that… I didn’t forget,” she scratched a spot on her eyebrow.

He eyed her, he wasn’t convinced, “I don’t believe you.”

“I know my birthday is today,” she started to walk away. She was in no mood to banter words with him.

He followed in hurried steps, “So is mine, have you forgotten?”

She shrugged and moved her hand-bag to the other shoulder.

“We were supposed to spend today together,” he sounded exasperated.

“Ehn… when did I agree to that?” she glanced up at him.

He sighed with frustration, “We talked about it.”

“You and who?” she eyed him.

“That time now.”

“What time?”

He halted and held her by the hand, “Stop playing hard to get.”

She snatched her hand from his grip, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

He looked heavenwards, then back at her, “There is something special between us.”

She started to laugh, “Wow… you are imagining things.”

“We are attracted to each other. Stop denying it.”

She sensed the seriousness in his voice, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Out of the blues, he pulled her into his arms. Gazes locked, her surroundings became blurred, mouth wide open, she felt wrapped in a warm tingling sensation that coursed through every part of her body.

“Can you feel that? Am I still imagining things?” the look in her eyes gave him the answers he needed.

“Let me go! We are in public for Christ’s sake,” she wriggled free and stepped back, “Please keep your distance,” she pointed a warning finger at him.

“I know you feel exactly the way I feel. I like you and I want to go out with you.”

She turned away. What rubbish was he vomiting? She was in no frame of mind to start a relationship. Things were topsy turvy in her life at the moment. She didn’t want to add the rigours of an affair to it.

“Spend the evening with me. I promise you a good time, no strings attached,” he tried to convince her.

She looked up at him. She was very hungry. When was the last time she celebrated her birthday anyway? Here was her birthday-mate dying to give her a treat.

“O-kay,” she gave up.

“Halleluiah!” he raised both hands and looked up at the sky.

She raised a hand, “But… but, wait a minute.”

“What?” he beamed at her.

“I must be home before nine. I don’t want to be harassed by my aunt.”

“No problem,” he took her by the hand and pulled her towards the bus-stop.

“Where are we going?”

“I have it all planned out,” he winked at her.


On their way home that night, he took her to a cyber café and tried to teach her how to use the internet, but, her lack of education became a stumbling block.

He opened an email address for her and negotiated with the Café Attendant, who lived in their area, to help her send mails to him and also deliver any mails he sent to her from school. He hoped to get a mobile phone soonest, and hopefully get for her too, so that communication between them would be frequent. They bought popcorn from a shop beside the café and headed home.

“Hope you had a great time.”

She grinned, “Yes, I did. Thank you.”

“You are welcome. I hope you will spend this day with me next year.”

“May God keep us till then.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” she avoided his gaze.

“I will be leaving for school in two weeks time.”


“I will miss you.”

She remained silent.

“Will you go out with me?”

She didn’t respond. He reached out for her hand, but, she pulled free from his grip.

“I need an answer before I leave for school.”

They walked down the street in silence.

“I am not sure it is a good time for me to start a relationship.”

He turned his head and saw the uncertainty in her eyes, “I like you. I know you like me too. I will not disappoint you. Just give me a chance.”

She sighed and pressed her lips together, “Why start a relationship when you are going to be so far away?”

He grinned, “Lasu isn’t far away. You can visit anytime you are free. The cyber café attendant is my friend; he will help us to keep in touch. You have nothing to worry about.”

He sounded convincing. Maybe the distance was a good thing. It might help them build a strong connection.


He halted and looked at her, “Is that a yes?”

She stopped a few feet away from him and nodded. He started to laugh. He would have been depressed if she had refused him. He had a feeling that theirs was going to be a successful union.

“I have to go, it is almost nine,” she glanced at her wrist-watch.

“Hurry along, I am right behind you.”

She quickened her steps and hurried home. She met her aunt seated on a bench with a few other women outside the house. They were gossiping about people in the neighbourhood as usual. She greeted them all and went in. She unlocked the door to her aunt’s room with her spare key and walked in. She closed the door behind her and pulled off her sandals. She dropped her hand-bag on the carpet floor and sat on the mattress. Did she just agree to date Gbemiga? She lay on the bed and smiled. She was so crazy. She had never dated anyone before. What experience does she have?

Oh God… what have I gotten myself into?

She remembered the way he stared at her all night long. It was so obvious that he really liked her. She liked him too. She turned on her tummy. Gbemiga was tall, dark and good looking. His faith in God was an added plus. She reasoned that she had made the right decision. There was no need to panic. She wished she could share the news with her elder sister. They would have gisted into the night. Here in her aunt house, she had no one to talk to. She doubted if Aunt Kike would entertain such discussion. The thought of the way he held her made her to feel warm. The chemistry between them was undeniable. She would tread carefully. She had witnessed several girls been burdened with children that they were not prepared for. She would make no such mistake. She planned to remain intact until her wedding night. Be it Gbemiga or any other man, she swore to keep herself.

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Re: Bukky Alakara by bummybummy(f): 1:01pm On May 15, 2017
following you
Re: Bukky Alakara by Missmossy(f): 1:19pm On May 15, 2017
Keep it coming cheesy
Re: Bukky Alakara by queenitee(f): 2:10pm On May 15, 2017
Wow, I love this story. I love the name Gbemiga not like the common Gbenga
Re: Bukky Alakara by princessadeola(f): 2:49pm On May 15, 2017
Whaoooo, they both share my month and day. Weldone
Re: Bukky Alakara by crislyn(f): 4:28pm On May 15, 2017
SheWrites darling? expect 30bn for your acct...cuz I know this is going to be a jolly ride..Lol.

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Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 7:24pm On May 15, 2017
SheWrites darling? expect 30bn for your acct...cuz I know this is going to be a jolly ride..Lol.
hope no be joke. I need. Money. Lol.
Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 7:25pm On May 15, 2017
Whaoooo, they both share my month and day. Weldone

Nice. Am also august. But 22nd

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Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 7:26pm On May 15, 2017
Wow, I love this story. I love the name Gbemiga not like the common Gbenga

I like the name too
Re: Bukky Alakara by crislyn(f): 8:02pm On May 15, 2017
hope no be joke. I need. Money. Lol.
Hahahahaha have faith dear. *winks*
Re: Bukky Alakara by Akinwale14(m): 8:31pm On May 15, 2017
Shewrites nice story keep it up.
Re: Bukky Alakara by popesaint(m): 9:46pm On May 15, 2017
nice and captivating story... fire on.
Re: Bukky Alakara by charytea(f): 10:58pm On May 15, 2017
So intresting hon! Bt hw old is Bukky really? U wrote 18 in chapter 1 and 16 in d subsequent chapter.. Tnks
Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 11:51pm On May 15, 2017
So intresting hon! Bt hw old is Bukky really? U wrote 18 in chapter 1 and 16 in d subsequent chapter.. Tnks

She is 18
Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 11:52pm On May 15, 2017
nice and captivating story... fire on.

Re: Bukky Alakara by SheWrites(f): 11:52pm On May 15, 2017
Shewrites nice story keep it up.


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