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|Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 4:56pm On Jan 30, 2018|
My veteran bosses, bibijay123 Heyiamweirdtoo shewrites fiyah sheikshegetto theblessedman marianneada gh0sts feranmiadeola infant bibi294 FeranmiAdeola rachealfst... I know you will find a lot of errors in this work, thatz why I yaf mentioned all of y’all. I’m just kunkuklu writer, smash my ass as much as you wish, ayam a learner, a humble one at that.
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Meanwhile, dem no born me well make I no finish this story here. No be work in progress, e don finsh already, I go just dey copy and paste for unna, I don upload am to Okadabooks sef, in case the story come dey sweet you and you no fit wait make I finish am, just go buy am for Okadabooks na just N350. Buy here https://www.okadabooks.com/book/about/switched/17272
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Falling in love was never in the plan for Jayeola Subair. He wouldn’t join the family of boyfriends just because all his friends were members... Hadiza Salisu came around and changed all of that. He became a new him, all things of the old became thrash. He fell in love.
However, the budding new love had to go to war with desperate infatuation, greed, power, treachery and betrayal from admirers, lovers, enemies and messengers of death.
Would love win, or would infatuation prevail? Would first love be the only love or a learning phase in the matters of the heart? Read!
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|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 4:58pm On Jan 30, 2018|
I've got smellow friends... more like slies. Jaye thought as he stared blankly at the white emulsion coated ceiling above him. He threw a bemused smile as thoughts of his friends' various ploys to get him laid or at best betrothed to some silly bimbos came to his mind. He again allowed his not-so-cool smile. He had that smile for things, and people he knew he couldn't avoid but wish he could.
His friends had been on his neck since forever. “You're not fit to be called an Ede boy” Adams would exclaim.
Adams believed Ede boys were the sharpest and smartest ones alive or so he was led to believe. David used a different method. He appeased, persuaded and tricked. His two friends made frantic or flaccid effort (depending on what their instincts suggested) to make their own Jay a real player like Okocha but they failed.
Jaye was as confused as a language student who thought Confucius was an adverb to confusion when it comes to girls and relationships.
He knew he would want to be a boyfriend to some girl someday. It was normal. Everyone else did, why not him? He knew he would make a fine boyfriend but some crazy stuff in his head kept creating some solid barriers.
He or perhaps the crazy stuff in his head had deliberately built an unassailable or perceived unassailable fence around his heart. He was not going to fall in love. He was not even capable of falling in water (a body that can be seen) not to talk of an unseen lie (Love).
Talking of unseen, he believed in the existence of many unseen things- intelligence, brilliance and stupidity, enjoyment and many more. Even God, he believed existed- though he had not settled on who was right about him. The Muslims or the Christians or those wise but perceived stupid sages who broke kola nuts and spat schnapps. But he didn’t believe in love, safe for what he felt or thought he felt for his friends and family. He believed if he dated any girl, the bond wouldn’t last but the girl’s pain would. His conscience would not allow that.
His friends had other plans though. They tirelessly got at him over one Tracy that was beautiful and single, the Lucy who had very nice curves, or the cute Sussy that wanted to meet him.
He deafly threw those offers in their face and without diagnosis, they concluded that he had a twisted mind and seriously needed help. If his friends won’t help him, who will?
Not that they really knew how to help, but they were determined to make deliberate efforts. Efforts that he never appreciated, instead he loathed such efforts and wore his weird smile.
As he laid there on the bed, he stared and smiled at the white ceiling above him. Had the ceiling sight and was mortal, it would probably run.
The ceiling was at the receiving end of the ‘missilic’ gaze from him in return for beautifying his room and controlling its temperature, no thanks to the talk he just had with David. Like always, David had called to lobby for Rihanat's candidacy. Rain, as she was fondly called was a close friend of Adams. They were more like siblings. Many would even mistake them for a couple if not for her obvious interest in Jaye. Adams actually had deep feelings for her but he knew she didn’t feel same way about him. He decided to forget about it and join hands in efforts to bond her with Jaye. He just wanted her to find happiness even if that meant he would not have her.
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 4:59pm On Jan 30, 2018|
Everybody but Jaye knew Rihanat was into Jaye and that fact stood in between a funny and sad surprise to his friends.
David, out of deep concern for his dear friend picked up his phone and called him. Two of you are made for each other. Can't you see? He asked himself as he searched for ‘Jay’ from the contact list on his iPhone.
“Do you know why Rain has got no boyfriend?” He asked immediately the call connected, foregoing all the courtesy of ‘Hello, how are you?’
“Probably ‘Mr Right’ is getting held up in the traffic jam of life” Jaye prompted spontaneously.
“Or maybe he is travelling the I-will-never-fall-in-love lane.” David replied mirroring Jaye's voice as best as he could.
“You're not funny dude.” Jaye was beginning to detest the course of the conversation.
“You're damn right. I'm no Bovi or Sheyi Law. I'm so seriously not trying to be funny. This babe is crushing on you dude, why are you blind to it? And she's dope man, and homely too! Jesus! Don't ignore her and regret later bro” David was getting and sounding desperate.
“Wow! You're working so hard. How much did you collect?” Jaye thought it the best not to take the conversation serious.
What a badass! David exclaimed in his head. "That's true. I'm working hard. I will not let my friend die a virgin".
“Good work, bro. Why not set up an NGO that will manifest your quest to get virgins in the world laid. The human race will never forget your nosy concerns.”
The conversation went on. Jaye didn’t agree. David didn't concur. Rather, they became tired. It was not the first time they would be having such conversation, it always ended in the same manner each time they did.
“Run your mouth like a business if you like, I will simply not fall in love.” Jaye stubbornly managed to say.
“One day you’ll fall in love and remember me, the sage whose mouth run miles of words in your head and you will have no choice than to make me your best man.” David prophesied. In the same style as in the beginning of the conversation, David disconnected the line without a ‘bye, see you soon.’
The call had been over for about 8 minutes but Jaye was somehow still on it, creating mental pictures of the conversation. The more he did this, the more he grinned and stared at the ceiling.
He was so immersed in this that he didn't notice Adams had entered the room and took a spot beside him on the bed. His conscious awareness only returned when Adams gave him a pat that sounded like a blow.
“That's too soft for a pat bro. You could have used a sledge hammer.” He groaned.
Adams, who apparently did his things big, broke into a very huge laughter and went on for what seemed like an eternity. When the steam eventually got out of the laughing escapade, he returned in his usual loud voice;
“I couldn't help that Jaye. You seemed so far away that a sledge hammer would send you just straight on.”
“Oh. Oh! Thanks for sparing my life.” Everybody avoided Adams' playful but dangerous punches or handshakes or high-fives or 'chop knuckles.' His ideas of a play were simply extreme.
“Seriously geez, what's got you so much that you didn't notice me come in?” He asked, lying beside his friend.
“Adams, it’s nothing, just feeling sleepy.” he tried to avoid the subject.
"I know a sleeping Jayzy when I see one. You were wide eyed and grinning.” Adams wasn't taking the bait.
“Well, I was actually smiling. That stupid David wants me to date Rihanat. Is that not funny?”
“Very funny!” Adams thundered.
“Exactly my point.” Jaye hinted, getting all the sarcasm in the response.
“Well it’s not all funny. I can’t imagine what life would be when Rihanat eventually has you away from us, all to herself.” Adams disappointed him more.
“You are impossible! Seems a meeting is going on behind me. It's a surprise that you all suddenly have a common ground.” He quizzed in an irritated tone.
He knew his friends. They hardly had a single voice. Everyone was intelligent than the other and his ideas were always the best. It's rather unfortunate that only an evil cause can bound you. He thought. His friends would even argue on the best method of actualizing the evil goal. Perhaps, they had arrived at this silly games after some crooked debates and agreed that whether by kidnapping a girl or love-poisoning one, or making Jay understand, all that mattered was making sure he ended up ‘normal’ like them.
“Well, we all love and want the best for you.” What a fool you are! Adams didn't but strongly felt like adding.
“If you really love me, you would not be plotting to rob me of my freedom.” Jaye threw.
The argument seemed like it would never end. Suddenly, as if they were in sync, Adams rose to go at the exact point when Jaye was about showing him the door.
“See you later Jayzy, I have to run.” He was not angry but somewhere in between giving up and bored.
“Alright man, keep fit.”
“Yea, we'll catch up on Saturday.” Adams said as he struggled with the doorknob.
The door slammed shot and Jaye rolled over the bed with a giant sigh of relief. The wry smile he flashed at the ceiling was not one of happiness, but bewilderment. He surely did not want to go into a relationship but knew he would have to, if not then, certainly someday.
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by xaviercasmir(m): 6:55pm On Jan 30, 2018|
Thanks for the mention sis. The description of the story is good. Keep it up
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 7:00pm On Jan 30, 2018|
xaviercasmir:I am actually a HE!...
Thanks, I'm only a learner
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by xaviercasmir(m): 9:16pm On Jan 30, 2018|
BiadeFolar:Sorry man. My bad
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Eddyella(f): 11:10pm On Jan 30, 2018|
With d speed of light,ran 2 d first front row,with my popcorn on my left hand and my zobo on my right.
Another bomb have just been released,if u here ur name,just take d next flight 2 come present urself;Evajael,adontcare,PamelB,Aryember,Kimberlywest,Kimkardashain,Nickybeauty,Safarigirl,Ishilove,Chumzypinky,queenite,favch.
*Tankz 4 d mentioning*
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by gh0sts: 11:17pm On Jan 30, 2018|
I am happy you're finally doing this. I am here to stay.
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Nobody: 11:59pm On Jan 30, 2018|
BiadeFolar:sighted with love #boss
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 5:43am On Jan 31, 2018|
xaviercasmir:Nah it's cool. My name makes me get that a lot, and its fun
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 5:43am On Jan 31, 2018|
xaviercasmir:Nah it's cool. My name makes me get that a lot, and its fun
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 5:47am On Jan 31, 2018|
Eddyella:Tanz ma'am for making it to this hall, and for bringing greats like you along. I promise to try not to disappoint ma'am.
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 6:15am On Jan 31, 2018|
gh0sts:My boss lady is here! I'm blushing* Now dem no born me well make I no behave myself. I mean my crush is here, who amai to eff up!
Thanks for comin thru ma'am
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 6:26am On Jan 31, 2018|
IjeleNwa:My salute for you huge sir!
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Nobody: 12:14pm On Jan 31, 2018|
Thanks dear. Nice one!! sorry I came late..
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|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by pu7pl3(m): 2:30pm On Jan 31, 2018|
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|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Nobody: 2:41pm On Jan 31, 2018|
BiadeFolar:proper paragraphing and under-line spacings will help me read this,pls do that. And mind this,be less with ur use of grammer,smart writers makes use of less grammers to gain large readers. Nice work......continue boss,am reading alone
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Damibiz(m): 2:44pm On Jan 31, 2018|
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by cbella(f): 2:51pm On Jan 31, 2018|
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Nobody: 2:55pm On Jan 31, 2018|
pu7pl3:Yes oo. How have you been dear?
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by pu7pl3(m): 3:06pm On Jan 31, 2018|
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 3:48pm On Jan 31, 2018|
love conquers all baby, better to be late than to be late
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 3:53pm On Jan 31, 2018|
Sorry this update came late!
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 3:59pm On Jan 31, 2018|
If the blouse Rihanat was washing had a voice, one could not begin to wonder what it would utter. She had washed it over and over for the past forty minutes. Perhaps it would thank her for the dedication she was putting into removing dirt out of it or scold her for washing away its entire colour or ask why her mind was so detached from where her body was.
Bisi's arrival put an end to the helpless piece of fabric's mystery.
“Hi, Rain.” Bisi greeted in her usual tiny but powerful voice and didn't get a response. She tried a higher pitch and still got the same result.
“What are you thinking about Rain?” She combined talking with touching, only then did she get the desired result. Rihanat jerked like a car with a worn out acceleration cable.
“Goo... good afternoon Bisi.” She said stumbling on her words.
“Do you know how long I've been standing here?” She asked, standing over her and wondering if something was really good about the afternoon with Rihanat.
She was wearing a David Wej shirt, same as the one being unconsciously discoloured by her friend. They had bought the shirts two months before in Oshogbo when David (Bisi's boyfriend) took them shopping. The shirt had reminded Rihanat of how love can be sweet and how lonely she had been. She envied David and Bisi for what they had and hated herself for the lack of it.
“I'm sorry, how are you doing?” she attempted an escape from the question with apology.
“Well, I'm doing good just that I'm afraid same can't be said of you. What's going on?” Bisi showed genuine concern.
“Let's talk about it later Bisi.” She finally put the shirt out of its mystery, replacing it with a new one.
“Now is the best time for me” Bisi insisted.
Seeing no way out of the interrogation, Rihanat reluctantly told her tale.
“I think something is wrong with me. I'm in love with this guy but he doesn't even look at me” she started.
“Nothing is wrong with you dear, it’s normal to have feelings” she said hurriedly, wanting to hear it all though she knew the whole story already.
“This one is just too strong.” She looked like she was going to cry.
Bisi did not want to ask who her friend was in love with, so she said, "If you feel you can't cope without him, just tell him.”
But Rihanat couldn't picture herself walking up to guy to profess her love to him "No. Me ask a guy out? No… that would hurt my female dignity.”
“Ok. I see the feeling is not that strong after all.” Bisi stressed her point, though she knew otherwise. Everyone knew who Rihanat was into.
“It’s not that but...” Words dried up her lips.
“Dear, if you want something in life the best you can do for yourself is to go out and get it as soon as possible because a second wasted in the pursuit of a goal in life can hunt you later.” Bisi lectured.
Bisi always got what she wanted or she thought all she had was all she ever wanted. She either went after her goals or they came to her. She never thought it normal for a person to lack something. To her, its either they didn't deserve such thing or it didn’t deserve them. If you deserved it, you would defiantly pursue it or if it deserved you, you would eventually get it. That was her line of thought and she wanted everyone else to think like that or else they are dumb. Rihanat could only prove to be smart only if she could go after what she truly wanted since it didn't come to her. Ultimately, if she can't get it, it means it was never meant to be.
“But what if he rejects me?” Rihanat wasn't sure if to act as advised.
“Then your healing process will have to start from there. Knowing you can't have him will hurt but you would know at least you have tried. Then you can try to focus on other dreams.”
“You're making it look like it’s really that simple... only if I could borrow your heart and mind for some time” Rihanat said the last part in her head.
“Yes, because it is that simple. See the fear of failure is a killer, dangerous than failure itself, just give it a try and prepare for the best.”
“But how will I present myself?” She closed her eyes trying to picture herself in a asking-out mode.
“This is not normal.” She thought.
“Who is even the guy we are talking about?” She asked, grabbing a chair with one hand and tapping Rihanat's shoulder with the other. She felt she had to make some impression.
“It’s Jaye.” Rihanat said between her lips as if she didn't want to be heard.
"Jaye Subair?" The sound of it showed it was no news to her. She unsuccessfully feigned ignorance but Rihanat didn’t catch it. Her emotions wouldn't allow her.
“I love him. I really do.”
“Of course everybody knows you do” she said that in her head.
“He’s a lovable person, though he is not friendly especially with girls.” She decided to say out loud.
“I will appreciate that fact if I can be the one for him.” Rihanat replied her.
She assuredly believed that if someone like Jaye eventually loved someone, they would love only that person.
“I have to have him, Bisi.” She said in a not too but still desperate tone.
Bisi stood and looked at her wrist watch. She carried herself like one important personality. Truth is, she was actually important to the project at hand. She was part of a carefully plotted ploy to make Jaye a boyfriend. “It was not like I’m doing anything wrong.” She thought vindictively. As a matter of fact, the girl Jaye would be getting was her friend and she truly loved him. This was rather a noble thing to do.
“You know Adams really like you. I would rather go for someone that cares for me that much rather than hustle for someone whose heart is probably made of steel.” She suggested with an I-already-know-what-will-be-your-response kind of attitude.
“No. No. Adams is a brother. It’s true that looks out for me but that is just it.” She found Bisi’s suggestion a funny idea and even allowed a chuckle.
“I already know you have got eyes and heart for only Jaye. I was just trying to make you see from another angle. But I will do something. Just put your mind at rest. Eat well, sleep well and look beautiful for him to adore when the moment comes.” Bisi replied and turned to go.
Feeling happy, anxious, relieved and apprehensive all at the same time, she wanted to say so many things but her mouth was so heavy that it could only come with “thank you.”
“You don't have to see me off. Go on and get done with your laundry.” Bisi said as she went. This is going to end well. She thought.
If you can't wait for the next drop, read it here http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/01/switched-story-of-a-fierce-battle-between-desperate-infatuation-and-true-love-3/
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|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 4:30pm On Jan 31, 2018|
IjeleNwa:I wee take note sir!
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 4:32pm On Jan 31, 2018|
Than sir, I wee take note.
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by pu7pl3(m): 5:01pm On Jan 31, 2018|
Im not gucciqueen bro
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Nobody: 5:47pm On Jan 31, 2018|
pu7pl3:Been good too
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Nobody: 5:49pm On Jan 31, 2018|
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by Nobody: 5:50pm On Jan 31, 2018|
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by favch(f): 9:10pm On Jan 31, 2018|
rushes into thread with my popcorn n yoghurt
pls whr will I seat cus it seems I came late, op don't vex for my late coming plss
let me go n read,thanks boss for the mention
|Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by pu7pl3(m): 11:49pm On Jan 31, 2018|
Ok keep up the good work pretty
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