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|MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 6:12pm On Jun 07|
The plan is to put up a new chapter on Nairaland every week. I'd like to know what you think especially if you check it out on wattpad. It's been going on for some weeks over there. Cheers to a new journey. First episode will be put up tomorrow(Monday) .I hope I entertain you.
Let's endeavor to be respectful in our interaction here. Thanks
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 7:47am On Jun 08|
Here's the first chapter, I'll drop another one before the end of the week(fingers crossed). I'd like feedback please. Let's gist about it.
Freda watched as her friend trudged
up the staircase that led to their apartment with a look of disappointment on her face.
She decided to wait for her at the door, hoping to enclose her in a bear hug as soon as she opened the door.
"How difficult can it be to apologize for something you do not know?"She thought to herself worriedly.
A few seconds later the door opened to reveal Temmy.
Temmy has always been the one with a positive viewpoint of everything around her. She usually sees the good in everyone except her boyfriend's colleague. Freda smiled at that.
In the past month however, she has become a shadow of her former self. Her smiles were forced and mostly offered to give the impression that everything was fine. People that were not close to her could not tell the difference. Freda however, knew deep down that her dear friend was heart broken and if does not find a way to help her, she may lose the friend she has come to love like a sister.
"What happened?" Freda asked while
holding her friend close in a hug. She could sense that she was trying so hard not to burst into tears.
"The Secretary did not allow me to see him" Temmy answered.
Freda sighed deeply and pulled her to the comfort of one of the sofas in their one-bedroom apartment.
They were in the first semester of their third year in University when they decided that they'd move out of the school hostel for their compulsory Industrial attachment / internship. They decided that it would be ideal to work from their own home rather than stay in the hostel like the other students who will be receiving lectures.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" Freda asked her friend.
"I am okay, at least for now" Temmy replied. She was too tired to take anything.
Freda sat on the arm of the sofa and gently stroked Temmy's arm.
"Life goes on you know she said to her. You can not dwell at this point for too long."
"I know" she replied as she picked her phone from the handbag she dropped on the rugged floor. Hoping that maybe just maybe she'd get a text from the person she wanted to talk to the most right now.
"If only he'd pick my calls, I don't know what happened. If I am going to move on I'll like a sort of closure you know" she tried to explain.
"I won't claim to understand how it feels but I have seen it happen to my sister and I can tell you that she doesn't look like what she has been through, She weathered the storm and married the love of her life."
"The same aunty Helen?"
"How many of my sisters are married?"
Really, Temmy was shocked. Aunty Helen was one of her favorite persons on earth so lively and fun to be with. Her husband was indeed the love of her life. She admired them a lot.
"Moreover" Freda continued, "when you were coming to school, did your Mummy tell you to come and follow boys?"
Temmy laughed heartily for the first time in weeks. "Getaway" she replied. Throwing a throw pillow in her friend's direction.
"I am getting away" Freda answered happy that she got her friend to laugh. "It's not that deep she added. If Damola does not work out, another one will. It is not by force to marry fine boy she said as she made her way to their small kitchen."
Lying on the bed she shared with Freda a few minutes after a hearty meal, Temmy was indeed grateful for the gift of friendship. She wondered how she would have coped without her friend, a friend turned sister.
Most of their coursemates referred to them as "The school made twins". She met Freda in her first year at the University. Temmy was in a queue, waiting to sign a course form with a lecturer who seemed to be elusive. The course was a compulsory one. With their First exam at the University looming, it was a do or die affair to get the forms signed.
Freda being a fair and beautiful girl was a catch in the department. She was outgoing and most people liked and wanted to be friends with her. She was so easy to get along with but doesn't like it when people take advantage of her.
Temmy being the quiet one, tried as much as possible to be invisible despite her attractive look and height. She was not what you would refer to as "tall" but she was not short either. A senior student had walked up to Freda on the same queue and offered to help her with her forms since he had direct access to the lecturer.
Surprisingly Freda turned to Temmy while telling the guy "we are two". She collected Temmy's form and gave both to the guy. Temmy suspected he was one of her wannabe boyfriend. This Freda later confirmed to be true.
Since that day, they have been inseparable. Freda had told her she knew they were in the same class and admired her personality and she used to wonder why she hardly talked to people in the same department.
They complemented each other. For every outburst Freda had, Temmy was the cooling effect. Some people said they were opposites but it worked well for them.
They had gone ahead to meet each other's family along the line and cemented their friendship. You would hardly find one without the other.
This made Temmy popular to an extent because Freda will not go anywhere without her.
Freda's humility amazed her sometimes considering the fact that people wanted to please her. Freda's parents were okay financially, not top hierarchy millionaires but they were fine.
Temmy's parents were not doing badly. Her Dad was the Principal in a government secondary school and her mum has a Tailoring shop that was doing fine. She sometimes spends time in her mother's shop helping with minor details and sewing.
The night she returned from Damola's house heartbroken, she thought she was going to die. It was Freda that encouraged her to dust herself up and move on. Life happens. Sometimes she wondered if Freda had a heart. She was never cruel to any guy. She just kept them at a safe distance. Maybe if she had done the same she would not be experiencing this pain she thought and burst into tears. Her younger brother would always say jokingly "keep it simple" Maybe she should have done that with Damola.
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 12:55pm On Jun 10|
Hi guys, thanks for checking out the first chapter. Sincerely, I'd like to know if I should keep putting up the story here.
I was once a ghost reader but I put up comments when necessary, . Looking forward to your comments.
Adedamola Makinwa has always been an eye candy. Not only him, his siblings too, thanks to their parents.
He thinks of his look as an added advantage because it opened doors for him even before people knew his surname or his father.
At a time he had dabbled into modeling for the fun of it. It was not just his thing.
A graduate of International and Development Economics from the prestigious Yale University, at the age of 26 he has started managing one of his father’s companies after climbing through the ranks like any other worker.
He started as an intern whenever he was on holidays from school, he had observed his compulsory one year National youth service in his father’s company and his father never allowed him to be treated specially.
Just like his older brother before him, he was not allowed to get to work late or take days off when he didn’t feel like coming to work. He had to go through the process like every other person who works with his father.
All the training made him who he is today. For all of it, he was grateful. Maybe he didn’t understand life that much when he was quite young but he appreciates it better now.
He’s been betrayed, never knew who liked him for himself or his background and money. It was difficult to make friends so he stuck to the ones he had while growing up.
He has seen it all, the girls, the parties, the games. In all these, he never took his job for granted. He believed so much in hard work. His younger sister Doyinsola was going through the same process now although she has stated repeatedly that she’d rather follow her passion which is fashion.
Her dad frowned at it and insisted she will be integrated into the family business. In confidence, she had told him she started taking fashion related courses in addition to what their father wanted her to study.
"Good afternoon Dee, " Someone broke into his musings.
"Hi Tonye" he replied with a smile. "I thought you went out for that meeting with the marketing department."
"Yes I did, came back early and decided to check on you."
She smiled and sat on one of the chairs facing his table.
As one of the Directors of the company, his office was one of the biggest.
Damola was her biggest weakness. She fell in love with him in their late teens, when she started understanding the meaning of Love.
At 25 she had everything she wanted except Damola. She has worked so hard to get Damola to notice her until his tiny little Arrow of a girlfriend came into the picture. Now that she is out again she can reclaim her territory.
"That’s nice of you, thanks for Lunch." Damola said
"That was nothing. It is my duty to take care of you." She flirted
"Really, I don’t consider it your duty though. I am fine and over the incident" He explained.
"You are not" she replied and moved to sit at the edge of his table close to him.
She remembered how broken he was that night. He had taken more than his fair share of alcohol and asked her to please drive him home.
"I know you are trying to keep up face, let me take care of you. At least your “girlfriend” is no longer in the picture and there is no one to frown at me taking care of you Dee. No strings attached. "
Damola sighed thinking of the best way to let her down without hurting her.
"Tonye you know you are my friend, and I like the way you look out for me but…… "
"Stop it Dee" she cut in. "I know my place, I am not asking for anything out of the ordinary.
Let me take care of you till you are over her. Let’s have fun. You keep saying I am your friend but you never let me close, I just want you to be happy. "
"I know Tonye. Thanks for worrying but I am okay really."
"I know she was here yesterday." Tonye retorted.
She wished she could make the stupid girl disappear.
"Yeah"Damola nodded gently. "I didn’t see her though. "
"That’s good, it’s a gradual process but you’ll be over it before you know."
She was elated. She had even tipped the secretary to make sure she did not allow Damola see that girl. Let her not use reggae to spoil her own blues.
"Hmmm" Damola responded.
If wishes were horses he thought.
"You know what, let’s have dinner tomorrow night." Tonye suggested
"Thanks babe, that’s so nice of you but tomorrow is Friday, and I have an appointment with my guys." He responded.
"That’s even better. Let me come with you at least I know one or two of them." She pushed
"It’s a guy thing. No females allowed" he winked at her.
Tonye's heartbeat picked up pace at the gesture. Damola was every girl's dream. If not all, at least ninety percent.
Oh! How I wish she thought to herself. It’s just a matter of time she consoled herself.
"Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow." She said taking her time to get up from his table and made sure he could see her boobs through the first few buttons she let loose on her way to his office.
Damola looked away to ensure his eyes didn’t dwell too much on her open cleavage. He was yet to determine if she was doing these things on purpose or they were just mere coincidences.
He knows Tonye likes him but she was not his type. Any guy would be lucky to have her.
Tonye was hardworking and a goal-getter. As much as he tried to explain to Temi when they were dating, she was constantly worried about his relationship with Tonye. Tonye was never a threat to her. She was a family friend and a hard worker. Although they were close, Tonye knew the limits and he trusted her not to go beyond it. Maybe I should introduce one of the guys to her he thought to himself. She’s been a good friend and deserves to be happy.
See you next time.
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 9:24pm On Jun 12|
It was a Saturday afternoon, Freda and Temmy had decided to do all the cooking they needed for the week since they were officially starting work on Monday. The market trip was tiring and Freda had insisted on them going together.
“I am tired” Freda complained as she lay on the sofa after hours of slaving in the kitchen.
“Awwww, sorry dear, I told you to allow me help you but you insisted on doing the cooking alone while I do clean up”.
“You know I don’t really like all these chores, I told you to allow us get someone to help with clean up, you said we should be forming wife material” Freda hissed
“Yes now” Temmy teased. “Wife material hundred yards”.
She knows that Freda does not really fancy house chores that involved cleaning and dusting so she had decided that since cooking was her forte, Freda should “man” the Kitchen while she does the general clean up of the apartment.
“Is it not all the guys that are in town these days? They will disgrace you” she laughed. “No matter what you do, anyone that wants to go will go”.
“You mean like Damola abi?” Temmy asked walking towards the kitchen to drop the duster she had used to clean up their TV stand and small shelf. She smirked at her friend who was still lounging on the long sofa.
“Ah! Temmy you know I will never say that. Freda refuted.
Damola is another case and I promise you when I get him ehn, I have started learning Karate because of him.”
“Well done Freda Lee” She tried to smile. “I am going to take a shower, I feel so sticky”
“But really, I have been wondering but reluctant to ask you what happened that night? I wanted to give you time to shake it off a little.
Did you just get to his apartment and he told you he never wants to see you again or what? I think enough time has passed and you should be able to talk about it.”
“It's a long story and I do not want to remember.”She retorted as she tried to pull off her wet tank top.
“Tell me now sweetie pie, honey bun, choco choco” Freda teased. “It will help you get things off your mind and just maybe I will be able to see another angle to the whole situation.”
“Another angle you say” Temmy snickered.
“You were here when I got the call from him that night when we got back from Ushering that event at Knights hall.”
“I know, but what happened after that is what I do not understand. When you rushed out I thought it was a typical case of you missing him and all that. You know the way you guys are now, making single girls like us feel as if we have offended God.”
“If I tell you I know, I am lying to you. Till this moment I have not completely grasped what happened.”
“You remember that chic from his office I told you about?”
“Your rival?” Freda tried to tease
“Be serious” Temmy urged. “I got to his house and she was the one that opened the door.”
“What? Why? What was she doing there by that time?”
“I don’t know” Temmy shrugged.
“At first she did not want me to enter o.” She told me "Damola is really angry now and I don't want him to see you". Temmy mimicked in a tiny voice.
“I want to go and take a shower” she insisted and walked towards the bathroom.
Temmy stepped under the flowing water and walked down memory lane. Though it happened weeks back, it felt as if it had happened months ago. Who would have thought something so beautiful would end at the snap of the finger.
She was surprised when she received a call from Damola late that night. He knew she was supposed to be busy which was why she could not attend his office event with him. Damola had urged her to come around as he couldn't discuss with her on phone.
She was shocked at the urgency in his voice and asked if he was alright. It was as if the question riled him up and he was trying so hard not to shout at her. She could sense something was wrong. At first she thought it was Damola trying to play a trick on her.
“I'll like to see you in my apartment now”. He replied in clipped tone. That was when she realized he wasn’t joking. They had agreed earlier in the relationship that they will not shout at each other, no matter the level of provocation. She had sensed the anger in his voice. As tired as she was, she left the house hurriedly after she told her friend her destination.
Getting to Damola's Luxury apartment, the security let her in as usual She cannot even recollect if she had greeted him properly. She went straight to Damola's door only to be shocked at the person that received her.
“Good evening,” Tonye had said to her.”
“Hi,” she had replied. “Is Adedamola home?”
“Oh! he is but I don't want him to see you. He is very angry.” Was the response and it riled her up.
“Angry at what or who?” Temmy had questioned trying not to give in to the anger that was building as a result of her presence in Damola’s house. What was she doing there that late at night she had wondered?
Please leave Tonye had urged her her.
“Who are you to ask me to leave?” Temmy had questioned angrily. “This is my boyfriend's house and you have no right to be here.”
Tonye snickered. “Emphasis is on the word boyfriend, you ain't got a ring sissy.”
Temmy tried as much as possible, not to yell. She had told Damola repeatedly that Tonye was a snake in the green grass. She wanted Damola and it was so clear to everyone except Damola himself. Tonye wouldn’t mind destroying things in her way, as long as she saw them as obstacles. Damola was a big "catch". Who wouldn't want him? Any woman with a bit of sense would know Tonye wanted Damola but trust the men, Damola doesn’t see any harm in being friends with her simply because they were family friends.
Damola had always teased that she was just getting unnecessarily jealous.
Temmy was not a psychologist but could categorically say that Tonye had Bipolar disorder. Maybe that is why Damola could not understand that she has ulterior motives for being friends with him.
This is someone that would act all sweet with her when she is with Damola and turn to a Dracula when Damola's back is turned.
She had picked her phone and called Damola. Even If they had a family or business meeting that was the least of her problems. She would attend to it later. Right now she needed to understand why Damola summoned her when she was tired to the bones.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME.
|Re: MINE by Moura7(m): 9:39pm On Jun 12|
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 8:03am On Jun 13|
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 12:49pm On Jun 16|
"Please come in" Damola had ushered her into his state of the art apartment like a visitor.
"What is happening?" She tried to move close to him and hug him but he resisted.
"Don't" Damola clipped holding off her hands.
The tone was a rare and angry one.
Temmy decided to sit down since Tonye was looking on in delight and seemed to be interested in what was unfolding.
"I called you here to talk about us." He had muttered with emphasis on "us" after taking another chair opposite her.
This was another surprise as Damola liked to cuddle. He would rather squeeze his big frame on the single seater with her than sit separately.
He picked the remote and switched off the TV. His living room was one of her favorite places in the apartment she loved the thoughts the interior decorator put into designing the whole apartment. The curtains, window blinds, the choice of color for the living room and the Focal wall especially.
The seriousness of the moment did not even allow her bask in the comfort the living room offered whenever she visited.
"Talk about us how?" This sounds serious Temmy had said and looked looked on in amazement.
It was like a movie. They still talked while she was going out for her own Ushering duty at an event earlier the same day. She remembered teasing him about missing her. All these sudden seriousness was baffling.
"Well, " he continued "I have thought long and hard and I think....."
"Wait," Temmy cut in. "Whatever you are going to say to me, can she at least excuse us?" she had pointed in the direction of Tonye who pretended to be scrolling through her phone but was obviously more interested in what was going on.
"Please excuse us," Damola said to Tonye.
"Alright Dee, I will be in your room" she said taking her time before walking towards the master bedroom.
"In his room?" Temmy asked alarmed.
"Why wait in his room?" She looked at Tonye who was still catwalking annoyingly towards the said destination.
"That is the least of your problems right now Temi." Damola had called her his pet name for the first time since she arrived that night.
"I need to address it though." Temmy countered. "What do you mean by "my problem" Is it like a normal thing for her to come to your house and stay in your room?"
"NO." Damola was shocked
"Tonye please wait in the guest room" he had said to Tonye who was eyeing Temmy angrily
"Dee, it's just..." She tried to say
"Please." Damola said looking directly at Tonye.
Tonye walked away from the couple muttering inaudibly.
"As I was saying, I have thought long and hard about some things and I would like us to take a break from this relationship."
"What?" Temmy was shocked.
"Yes, you heard me." He replied.
On Damola's part, was trying so hard not to be taken by the innocent look. The look that once beamed bright lights into his life. This is someone he thought was rare and he could build a future with.
"Wait, what happened between this morning and now, how long have you been thinking about it, what did I do?" Temmy rolled out confused.
" Thought long and hard when?" She pressed
"When we started this relationship, I said I'd rather end it than suffer in silence. I am too good for that.
I am tired of the relationship and I'd like to move on."
"Adedamola mi" Temmy called her eyes turning glassy with tears.
She stood up and walked towards his chair. The cold tiled floor providing faltering support to her shaking legs. She was feeling hot from inside despite the AC in the living room.
"Don't come close. We already agreed we would not shout at each other which is why I called you here to tell you this. I don't want to take my anger out on you."
"At least tell me what I did"
"I don't have time to dwell on that. The most important thing, is for us to behave like adults in a time like this and move on."
"Is it another girl?" Temmy pressured. "Is it Tonye?"
"That is none of your business. I am an adult and I know what I want and it is not you."
"Adedamola,we can discuss whatever caused this. You know I love you"
"I don't love you anymore, it's simple. See Temilade, he called her full name. I don't want to say things I'd regret. I have a lot of "choice " words I would like to use right now but I am giving you the opportunity to walk out of my house and never come back."
Temmy didn't mind losing her pride this was someone she loved. Someone who at a time loved her in return. She tried so hard to find the face that usually looked at her with so much tenderness. The face that looked at her as if she was the sun itself.
The person that stood before her was not the love of her life. This was not the Damola she used to know.
Please Adedamola she had continued to mutter. He loved her calling the name so much. " I love you and I don't want to lose you." By now the tears were flowing freely down her face. She was helpless. What went wrong?
When Damola turned his back on her, she had picked up her bag on the table and made for the door.
"Excuse me " Damola had said as she opened the door. It was as if looking at her, disgusted him.
"I will advise you to tell anyone that asks you about the situation of things between us that we parted amicably otherwise, you may not like the outcome. The consequence may be damaging."
With tears in her eyes she had left and resolved to visit him when he was in a better state of mind.
Damola picked a throw pillow and screamed hard into it as he felt the door close. He could feel his heart breaking however he was not sure if it was in anger or Sorrow.
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 8:40pm On Jun 19|
Cheers to the weekend and all ye silent readers.
Freda sat at her table working on a report her boss gave to her when Temmy came into the office she shared with two other people.
"Baby wassup? No Lunch?" Temmy asked
Freda looked up and smiled. "Just a minute, I am really hungry but I need to finish this up."
They have been working at Manslad for about three months now, and were getting used to the way things were run.
Manslad is a PR company with a top echelon of clientele. Although they worked in different departments, they still arrive and leave work together and sometimes go for lunch.
Manslad has been a blessing in disguise, especially for her. There was so much to learn that she hardly thought of her break up. The responsibility was much considering the fact that they were just interns. She thought of it as grooming anyway.
It even affords them the opportunity to make extra cash from ushering events which is their side hustle. Freda doesn't really need the money, she just goes to keep her friend company and also meet people.
It was during one of those events that she met Damola her fairy tale turned sour. It seemed so long now.
"Sit down now" Freda looked up. "Give me about five minutes."
"At your service" Temmy replied settling into one of the chairs.
"I wish we were in the same department" Freda muttered.
It was difficult to make friends in her department as most of the girls felt she was too young and sometimes doesn't measure up to their status.
The guys on the other hand were either too friendly or did not see her at all.
"We won't get anything done" Temmy laughed.
"We will joor." She replied
"I saw your Friend" Temi teased
"The one that bothers you from the finance department"
"That guy creeps me out Freda whispered. He will look at me till I notice and he will keep staring."
"He likes you." Temmy whispered back.
"God Forbid" She swished her hand over her head and picked up her phone and stood from her table. "Let's go."
Freda sat at the reception of Damola's office few days later and wondered if she made a mistake coming here.
It's been at least four months now since she saw Damola last and was not sure about the reception she'll get from him. She had decided to hold on and allow the dust settle before visiting Damola. She had almost given up on coming to see him but when she remembered the nights Temmy had crept out their bedroom to weep thinking she was fast asleep, her heart breaks for her friend.
As much she she claimed to have gotten over him, Freda knew she was just trying. The tears have stopped but the hurt was still present. She hardly made male friends these days. Even the old ones were trying so hard to keep up.
"Please come with me" The receptionist said to Freda interrupting her thoughts.
"You can go in," the Secretary urged when they got to the end of the long rugged passage and the receptionist returned to her duty post.
"Good afternoon Mr Makinwa" She said cautiously as she entered the office.
The Office was huge and spoke of affluence as much as she tried not to dwell on her environment, she loved beautiful things. Damola's office was beautiful and welcoming.
Damola smiled at her. "It's not that bad, you can call me Damola."
"You know what they say, the friend of my enemy is my enemy" Freda replied
"Your friend is not my enemy" He retorted.
"Hmm and she is your friend to you now" she air quotes "and not Temi like you used to call her"
"Thank you" She replied taking one of the chairs facing his table.
"Your office is nice"
"Thank you" He smiled "What can I offer you?"
"I am good." She replied "I will make this brief by going straight to the point. What happened Damola?"
"If your friend sent you here, I think it is a total ......"
"She doesn't even know I'm here." She cut in.
She had called in sick at work this morning. She had started the pretense immediately they got back from work yesterday to make the pretense believable. It was so easy for her to tell Temmy this morning that she wasn't feeling fine. Temmy called her twice already to check on her and would have disturbed her with calls the entire day if she hadn't told her she wanted to silence her phone and sleep.
"Truth be told, I don't know what else you want me to say apart from what I have told her. I got tired of the relationship and moved on. I told her to do the same"
"You can do better than this Damola, this is someone you once claimed to love. Something must have happened. If you tell her, it will give her a sense of closure. She will know what she did wrong and move ahead. It's easier for you because you are holding on to something as an offence."
"There's nothing more to say Freda. If I had anything to add to what I already told her, she would be aware by now."
Freda sighed and shook her head. How can someone be this stubborn? This is one of the reasons she did not like commitments of this kind.
"Please let me offer you something." He urged changing the topic.
"Meaning topic closed, I get the drift. The fact that you are no longer together shouldn't make you enemies. Times change you know."
"Yeah, I hope we get there. What has been happening to you?"
"Nothing big, just work"
"Oh! Your I.T."
"Feel free to holla if you need my help" He told her
"Hmm," Freda said picking up her bag.
"I'd like to take my leave. Thanks for your time."
"You're welcome, don't be a stranger"
Freda did not respond as she closed the door of his office.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME.
UR COMMENTS AND CONTRIBUTIONS ARE WELCOME
|Re: MINE by Lyydia(f): 1:17am On Jun 20|
I love this.. Keep it coming
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 6:38pm On Jun 22|
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 11:57am On Jun 24|
What had started as a mere call for help seem to be waxing stronger. Tonye seemed to be taking this friendship thing too serious.
They were friends all right and he had pleaded with her to take him home the night he got drunk at the company’s event. However it was getting serious from her end.
The other night out he had with his friends, they had teased him repeatedly about his nanny.
Tonye nearly ran his battery flat, calling to check up on him.
Today again, she has called him about three times to make sure he was okay. She wanted to come over but he had told her he would get back to her when he got home. He’s been at home all day.
Although it’s been months since he broke up with his girlfriend, he didn’t feel the urge to date anyone else.
Sometimes he stares at his phone wishing he could call her or get someone to tell him how she was faring.
The truth is he still misses her. He sighed deeply. Walking out of his bedroom. He needed some form of distraction and his phone was not helping.
Maybe watching movies will help. He picked up the smart TV remote and switched it on. He settled on a sofa and stretched out his legs on the closest Ottoman. He switched from channel to channel but there was nothing interesting going on, on the cable channels. Maybe it was his state of mind that made everything on screen boring. All he needed was the noise he decided as he dropped the remote.
Maybe he should get some of his friends to come over. He deliberated.
His Saturdays were usually for her, till she started staying away. He had suspected something but just decided to wave it off.
Every time he asked, she was either busy or too tired to come over. He was usually reluctant to visit her in the hostel because didn’t like the idea of the girls sizing him up as they walked past or trying to get his attention. He preferred meeting her outside the hostel or she coming over to his house.
She had complained severally that there was nothing wrong with her boyfriend coming to the hostel to check her but he was just not comfortable with it.
The few times he made it there, it was to take her out for movies or sometimes dinner. He had suggested getting an apartment outside school for her but she said she may not be able to convince her parents about the source of the money.
He had even suggested that she pitched with Freda and tell her own parents that they put their money together.
Both of them eventually succeeded in getting the permission to get an apartment when they resumed for their final year.
The plan was to spend the first six months for their industrial attachment and then live in the apartment till graduation.
It was okay by him and he had promised to visit more. It was around the time they got the apartment that she started staying away. He understood that she had to work.
One of the things he loved about her, was her zeal. She was not afraid to work and earn her own money. At the age of 20 most girls nowadays were slay queens and all about the quick cash.
Temi was not like that. He had so much plans for her. At first he was skeptical about the age difference but Temi was wise for someone her age. Moreover she was not a teenager. She sometimes complained about the expensive gifts but he didn’t mind as long as she loved them and he was doing it to impress her. She was different, or so he thought.
He was beyond angry the last night she came to his house. It was on the tip of his tongue to call her names ,but he held himself back. How could she?
At a point when, he saw the tears he wanted to hold her tight and ask her questions but he held himself back.
It has happened before just with a different person. They were all the same. Just out for what they can get.
He sighed again and wondered if he should have listened to her but the truth is nothing would have reduced the gravity of what she did. Thank God he had salvaged the situation. If not for her, at least for his reputation. No one takes advantage of him and goes scot free.
His ringing phone caught his attention. He checked and smiled when his brother’s name flashed across the screen.
“Hey bro.” He said into the mouth piece.
“How are you aburo?”
“I said you should stop calling me aburo already. Everyone knows I am your younger brother there’s no need to point it out every time.” He smiled
“You think five years is a joke? Aburo how are you?” Dayo emphasized from the other end.
“You will not change. How is Damipe?”
“She is fine” he could sense the smile in her brother’s tone.
“The only woman that has your control button.” Damola teased.
“I thought...what’s her name now, got yours too?”
“Temilade.” Damola replied
“How is she?”
“We parted ways joor.”
“Are you serious? You guys were so into each other when you came for my wife's birthday. What happened?”
“I thought so too. How is Daisy?” Daisy was her brother’s two year old daughter.
“You are trying to change the subject?” His brother accused.
“Daisy is there eating my food. We went to check for schools. Bro the school fees can buy a house on the mainland”
Damola laughed at his brother. “Bro spend this money. Wait, isn’t she just two?”
“What will you say before when you are yet to understand what it feels like to have a family. Have you heard of the saying catch them young? It’s a Kindergarten anyway.” He tried to explain “Something to keep her busy while we are at work.”
“Don’t worry I’ll get there”.Damola retorted.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about the girl?”
He thought deep about it. Maybe it is hi time he told someone.
“Maybe when we see” he replied
“I will look forward to it. Take care of yourself, I just wanted to check on you.”
“Aiight bro. Kisses to my darlings.”
He dropped the call still smiling.
He looked at the TV and realized a new movie was about to start on RokTv.
Temi….. He cut the thought off before it formed.
Ehi's bitters he read the title. He decided to give the movie a try. Maybe it will take his mind off things.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME.
YOUR THOUGHTS AND CONTRIBUTIONS ARE WELCOME.
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 11:32am On Jun 26|
Are you sure the hair is better now?" Temmy asked Freda as they exit the restroom of the event hall they were working in.
"It's better now she replied trying to massage her forehead. I told the lady not to make the hair tight when she was packing it." She complained.
"The consolation is that it's very lovely" Temmy smiled. "It will attract new suitors"
"Suitors ko. You think I am like you that has the gentle look that attracts suitors anyhow" Freda snickered
What's up with the guy you were talking to earlier, he likes you?" Freda continued as they reached the entrance on the hall.
"No" Temmy shook her head. "He is Damola's friend. One of his closest."
"Really, What does he want?"
"He wanted to know what happened. I told him we parted amicably"
"As if" Freda muttered
"What is my own? if Damola wanted him to know what I did, he would have told him."
Freda gasped suddenly and turned her friend around.
"What is it?" Temmy asked alarmed
"Damola is sitting at the same table with his friend, there is one chic sitting beside him. I hope that is not your rival. They were obviously not there before we went to the restroom." Freda said in a rush.
Temmy hissed and turned around.
"I don't have anything to say to him or the girl, why should I mind If he sees me or not. It's a free world. He would not want to attract unnecessary attention"
"Ehn ehn. You are now a big girl" Freda teased.
"You are no longer bothered by his presence."
"It's not about being a big girl, I have realized my self-worth and I shouldn't be begging someone to have me. Moreover, it's like six months and I am allowed to get over him"
"I am proud of you girl". Freda hi-fived her.
"Do you mind working on their aisle?"Freda questioned
"Of course not."
Freda looked surprised and went to another aisle.
The event was a party held to celebrate the launch of a product by a company which their own company handled their public relations.
It explains them being out of the office on a weekday. There was lunch immediately after and it was one of the things Temmy looked forward to.
Something different and exquisite and she did not even have to sweat to get it. She smiled to herself.
"Hello," Temmy heard as she walked along her designated aisle.
"How may I help you? she offered an automatic smile." It was one of her selling points. It was a warm one that brightens her loved ones' days.
"Can I get a program of the event, I seem to have misplaced mine?" the lady said to her.
"Just a minute" she replied and walked towards the end of the aisle where they kept the materials in use for the event.
As she neared the end of the aisle she saw Damola coming up the aisle in her direction. He seemed to be coming out of a group of well-dressed executives. Probably a meeting or something she thought. She debated within herself if she should say hi or not as she made the few steps towards him. As a last-minute decision, she walked passed him without a single word.
At first, her heart picked up pace, thinking he would say something or just acknowledge her. That didn't happen and she was glad as she made her way to her destination.
What just happened? Damola thought to himself. "Temi ignored me?" He whispered to himself as he took his seat.
"Did you say something?" Tonye asked.
"No" he replied. He couldn't believe his eyes. Any onlooker would have thought they have never met before.
"Can you believe Temi....lade ignored me?" He said to Toye that was seated to his right.
"Really?" he asked surprised. "She told me the breakup was a mutual thing so why would she ignore you?"
Damola wanted to say something to his friend but thought better of it.
"What is she doing here?" Tonye asked disdainfully
"She ushers events from time to time," Damola answered
"Who?" Toye said at the same time.
"Damola's ex-girlfriend," she replied with emphasis on the ex.
"Oh! She said their company is in charge of the public relations and she is handling the ushering with a friend" Toye explained.
"Their company?" she queried. "Is she done with school?" Tonye pressed
"She should be on I.T" Damola answered gently.
"Oh!" Tonye responded
"You still keep tabs on her?" Toye whispered to his friend.
"No" he replied
"How come you know she is on IT?" Toye continued to tease him.
"We used to...." Damola started and thought better of it. "From your explanation, I think" He shrugged
"You obviously still have feelings for her, why not mend fences and continue with her. Temilade is a good one."
"So I thought," Damola replied.
"What do you mean by that? I asked her and she said it was mutual but you never talk about it."
"It's a long story bro."
"If you say so."
"Wait," he said suddenly "what is your side piece saying to her?"
"Don't call her that. Tonye is a friend and colleague. She is probably making inquiries."
"About what? This one that is always attached to your side as if she can not function except you are there."
Damola looked at the two ladies from a distance and could tell Temi was trying not to get angry. He smiled to himself. He could remember that look. The slight folding and unfolding of the palm, her posture. He could sense she was angry but didn't want to yell.
"Who is the lady that joined them? I have been watching her since."
"Toye, Well done," Damola responded.
"Who is she now?"
"She is Freda, the friend"
"What did you say to her?" Damola asked as Tonye made to take her seat.
"Errm I...I went to ask her where we would be having the Lunch."
"Really, so why did Freda come to join you girls there?"
"What is wrong with you Dee? I just told you what happened and you are already sounding as if I went there to harm her or something."
"No offense" Damola raised his hands.
Tonye huffed and took her seat.
CHEERS TO THE WEEKEND.
SEE YOU NEXT TIME
|Re: MINE by Gheeohh: 12:29pm On Jun 26|
|Re: MINE by Lakesc(m): 1:00pm On Jun 26|
Great story op, will b anticipating...
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 11:39am On Jun 27|
Thanks for checking it out.
|Re: MINE by lahrra(f): 1:02am On Jun 28|
Great story Op.
Thanks for the update.
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 6:54pm On Jun 28|
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 11:19am On Jun 30|
Ahhhhhh" Helen shouted as she opened the door to receive Freda and Temmy. "It's been so long"
"What is wrong with this woman? you are already a mummy. What kind of example are you laying for my darling nephew." Freda said as she was released from Helen's warm hug.
"I missed you girls so much. You are final year students now and you never bother about me she" hugged Temmy too.
"I missed you too, I don't know about Freda" Temmy said walking into the apartment.
"We have been busy with work and the side hustle. We want to be like you." Temmy continued.
Helen is a lawyer by profession and worked with a private chamber. She is darker than Freda but looked as beautiful as ever. She has always encouraged the girls to strive to be the best. She also encouraged them to start earning early and not rely solely on their parents even if the parents are willing and ready.
"It gives you a sense of independence" she had told them. It was one of the reasons they dabbled into the Ushering and never looked back.
Freda usually got money from her and their older brother but still went with her for the ushering jobs.
"Temilade baby, I know you are more gentle, you are allowing this girl to influence you. You no longer visit me. Despite your busy schedules, If you really want to, you will make time for me"
"Which girl?" Freda smirked in her sister's direction. "Are you not the one that said we should make money?"
"I am trying to save as much as possible for my project hence taking up all available jobs." Temmy explained.
"That's nice" she nodded. "Please tell me you are staying for the weekend." Helen said
"Where is your husband?" Freda questioned
"He left on a business trip yesterday."
"No wonder." Freda replied
"What do you mean?" Helen smiled
"If he was around, will you have our time?" She responded picking an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Please tell me this girl has a boyfriend" Helen faced Temmy
"No." Temmy smiled from her seat.
"What are you doing?" She asked Freda
"Mummy said I should face my studies and I am doing just that."
"As if" Helen snickered.
"When have you ever listened to anyone of us?" she said flinging a throw pillow in her direction.
"Why the violence"? Freda picked up the pillow.
"Aunty Helen we don't have what to wear tomorrow." Temmy cut in to save the conversation about Freda's relationship. She will only do whatever she wants no matter what anyone says.
Toye has been calling her repeatedly for a date but she keeps making excuses. Toye actually called Temmy and begged her not to influence her friend because of the situation of things between herself and Damola.
"I will never do that."she had assured him.
"As if you guys don't raid my closet without permission." She smirked at Temmy.
"Feel free to take whatever you want as long as you don't pick anything hubby got for me."
"What is my own business Freda replied? He should buy another one now."
"Who will marry this girl with this her sharp mouth?" Helen asked no one in particular.
"You are worse sis and you got married" she told her sister.
"Where is my darling nephew?"
"He is in the nursery."
"I am off to see him you guys have fun and sis I am hungry."
Helen watched her leave and faced Temmy.
"How are you?"
"I am fine ma."
"Do you talk to your friend at all? Freda has never had any relationship. I worry for her." She said taking the seat beside Temmy.
Temmy smiled. "Freda is a treasure and any guy that will marry her has to work for it."
"Is that what you girls are telling yourselves now. I know you are in a relationship with that Lagos big boy, don't you think you......."
"I am no longer in a relationship with him."
"Life I think. I am focusing on finishing school, making money," she winked "and watch whatever happens along the way."
"I don't understand you girls again. Do not allow Freda to influence you. I know you do not need men for validation but still you should make yourself available you never can tell." Helen advised
"We will work on our availability" Temmy smiled.
"I know you used to talk about your guy a lot then. Was he the one that broke it off or you?"
"Did he give you reasons?"
"None at all."
"Really? Are you sure it's not another girl?"
"I don't know" Temmy shrugged.
"Let me tell you from experience, if he is for you, he will come back. If he is not for you, just be glad that he left when he did."
"I don't even care any longer. He has moved on. I think I have too."
"If you have gotten over him, you will know."
"It's over five months now, I am not where I used to be."
"Hmm" Helen sighed. "I once loved someone deeply and he left me. I was broken. I am the reason why Freda differed her admission for a year."
"She never told me." Temmy said shocked.
"Freda is loyal to a fault. My parents sent me out of the country when I fell into depression. She was to stay with me round the clock.
They felt I needed a new environment to heal and I did. Freda had the kind of energy I needed and she helped."
"It's funny because that was how I met my husband" she smiled.
"He was on a course then and we met over there. He keeps telling me it was fate.
Right now I love him like I have never loved anyone before. I didn't even know it would be possible. He allowed me heal in my own time. I didn't give him a chance here when we got back but he didn't give up. Here we are. We have our differences because we are not perfect. But there's no one I'd rather walk this journey with."
"He hurt me Aunty Helen. I have cried so many nights. There was no form of closure. I am so scared of making the same mistake with someone else."
"It's a matter of time, you will get the closure that you need but don't wait for it."
"He is so big now," Freda cut into their conversation as she joined them. "You people look serious , I hope all is well?"
"We were discussing you" Helen replied. "You need to get a life."
Freda ignored her sister and picked up the remote.
"Can we have food?"
SEE YOU NEXT TIME
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 12:20pm On Jul 03|
“Damola what is happening with the PR now?” Dayo said as he entered his brother’s office after the general meeting with the different company heads.
“Chip said the programmers are done with the correction on the software and it has been tested and ready for roll out. What is delaying it?
You know once Popman lands like this he’ll want to know everything that’s been happening since he went for the Medical leave.”
“I spoke to Marketing yesterday. They are in charge of all that.” He picked up the intercom and dialled. He watched his brother open the fridge, pick water and take a seat on the sofa.
“Please tell the head of marketing to come to my office.”
He said into the mouth piece.
“I spoke to Doyinsola yesterday, she is coming home with Dad and Mom.” Dayo said
“That’s nice. I spoke with her during the weekend and she didn’t say anything about coming home”
“Come in” Damola said a few minutes later when a knock sounded on the door.
“Please sit” he told the man that walked into his office.
“You called for me sir.”
“Yes, it’s about the PR engagement what is the deal?”
“I was about to send you a report.” He replied
“Give me a brief” he urged
“We definitely can’t use Phixa for the PR.”
“Why?” Dayo asked from the sofa.
“Phixa has a lot on their hands right now and we can’t wait. Although they promised to work hard on the project I don’t think they will give it the needed attention considering the fact that we already have negative reviews from the pilot testing of the software.
I don’t think Phixa has the capacity he concluded.”
“So what is the plan?” Damola nodded as he took notes on his tab.
“I suggest we try Manslad. They are big and have positive reviews” he explained.
“Have you talked to anyone from the company?”
“Miss Ikpe is in charge of this and she insists on using phixa because they have been handling our PR.
She said she has a negative vibe about Manslad, whatever that means the man shrugged.”
“Can you handle this yourself please? Talk to people and let’s know the way forward.”
“Phixa can handle other projects, let’s get this running.” Dayo added
“Yes sir.” He replied
“Please get Miss Ikpe for me.” Damola told him as he walked towards the door.
“Do you want Lunch, let me order something for you” Damola said to his brother when the man left.
“I think I am okay. I will get something when I get to the office.”
“We can just go for Lunch now since you don't have immediate plans” he encouraged.
“Just tell me you have missed me”
“Mtchew” Damola tried to hiss. “Are you my girlfriend?”
“When you don’t have one at least you have to miss someone.” His brother continued to tease.
“Yes, come in” he responded to the knock.
“Good afternoon Dee” Tonye said immediately she entered the office. She went to him directly, her arms stretched out to hug him then she heard someone cough behind her.
“Good afternoon brother Dayo” she said hurriedly and walked back to take her seat on one of the chairs in front of Damola's table.
She always gets the impression that Damola's older brother doesn’t like her.
“You sent for me” she said to Damola
“I heard you insisted on working with phixa despite your partner’s explanation on the reason why we can not use them.” Damola stated
“I just feel that Manslad is new to us and Phixa has a better idea of who we are and want we’d like.”
“You know we had issues with the pilot testing right?" Dayo asked "We need a solid body to convince companies that the software is better now” Dayo said coming to join them at the table.
“So why insist on Phixa especially at this time when we are working against time.” Dayo probed
“I… I think we don’t know Manslad well enough to entrust them with something this big. Additionally I have had series of bad reviews about them.”
“From who?” Dayo asked
“Which people? One of our subsidiaries have used Manslad before and their service was top notch” Dayo said
“Why don’t you try to get names of companies they have worked with and let us see how well they served them.” Damola suggested
“Dee…. I know you……”
“Excuse me,” Dayo interrupted
“Sir” she answered facing him.
“I understand we are family friends but I think it would be appropriate for you to address him officially at work then call him whatever you like when it’s not official.”
“Yes sir. I will get the report ready now” she said on her way out of the office.
“Copy my mail address when you send it to Damola.”
“Yes sir,” she replied and went out.
“Bros” Damola said when the door closed behind her. “What did she do to you?”
“Why?” Dayo asked taking the seat she vacated
“I feel you were harsh on her, a little too stiff.
“I hope you are not having an affair with her, this one that you are receiving hugs in your office.”
“No, you know me better. We are just friends.”
“Does she know that? I don’t think she understand the boundaries”
“Of course she does. Why will I date someone I work with? Moreover she is not my type. You seem to dislike her though. She’s hardworking and knows her onions which is why I condone some of the attitude she puts up.”
“I don’t have anything against her really, I just think she does too much. Eye service sort of thing. Morever is she the only one that is hardworking?” Why come into your boss' office and hug him”
“Let that go already, she is my friend” Damola replied
“What will you say before?
Are you still offering me lunch or I should go to my office.”
“Let’s go and have Lunch” he smiled and picked up his car key.
SEE U NEXT TIME
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 7:47am On Jul 13|
“What is wrong with me?” Tonye said to her reflection in her bedroom mirror.
“I am beautiful, I know I am.” She twirled in front of the mirror.
A lot of people go under the knife to have this bounty she was endowed with. Hardworking, she made sure that all her tasks were done on time even, if her immediate boss could be annoying and opinionated.
She enjoyed her job and did not allow his attitude get to her. In addition to all that she was an independent woman.
Why couldn’t Damola see that? She tried so hard to wear clothes that would catch his attention and even shopped in luxury boutiques.
The only compliment she had gotten was an indirect one from him. He had requested that she connect him to her plug so that he could get something for his girlfriend. She shuddered at the memory.
She gave him verbal hints practically every time they talked, physical hints and yet no form of progress in her relationship with him.
She had even tried to manipulate him sometimes but no, it did not work as expected. She wished there was something she could do, to make him see her as a woman. A desirable woman at that.
To make things worse, he had introduced her to one of his friends that came to the office and out of formality she had gone to dinner with him once and declined the second invitation. Nobody could replace Damola for her. She sighed turned around to examine her backside in the mirror. I am even more endowed than the chit of a girl he dated but no, Damola would not see that. He insisted on being friends. She stared into space and imagined Damola being in her bedroom, she could perceive his favorite cologne.
Maybe she should just come out and express her feelings rather than keep telling him she wanted to be friends she thought.
She went to her closet to select clothes for her day out with her friends.
She would rather be with Damola, if only he had agreed to her suggestion.
She had suggested coming over to cook for him this weekend but he declined saying some of his friends were coming over and he already ordered for different kinds of food. He should have at least invited her over. That in itself was a statement that would send a message to his friends.
She even persuaded him to cancel his order but he refused.
He’s been without that “thing” for over six months now and it was as if whenever she takes two steps forward with him, he pushes her five steps back.
She knew girls who had trapped guys they liked with pregnancy, but she didn’t want to go that route. What if she ends up being a baby mama? Damola does not even think of her that way. He doesn’t return simple hugs no matter how much she holds on tight.
She hissed and proceeded to the mirror again to match teal colored blouse with the white shorts she had selected earlier. She checked it in the mirror and settled for it. I’d just add my teal converse to the outfit since it is a casual outing with friends.
Maybe she should open up more to some of her friends at least, one of them helped her in the past when she was desperate to get the “rubbish” girl out of her way.
What if she sneaked into Damola's house, drug him and have sex with him. That might force his hand because he'll want to do good by her or the mother might force him to marry her.
The plan looked good enough but she doesn’t want Damola to end up hating her. That would kill her.
Maybe she should ask some of the girls for suggestions during their trip today.
Damola is everything she has ever hoped for in a man. A forever partner at that. He has money in excess, probably doesn’t know what to do with it. Baecations won’t be a problem, his looks is to die for . Hmmm she moaned to herself with a picture of Damola in her head. His connection was top notch. He knows the right people. His father has power, which extends to his children. What else could a girl ask for? she doesn’t want to think of the sexual satisfaction she'd get, if they were a couple. That alone would frustrate her if she sees him with another girl. She had seen girls practically on their knees begging to get back with him.
If not for his older brother that insisted on getting involved with the PR selection, she would make sure that Manslad does not get the contract. Anything to keep Damola away from that girl. Sometimes she gets the impression that he is not completely over her and if she attempts to approach him or try to make amends, Damola would welcome her with open arms.
That must not happen she told herself. She usually wondered if she had offended Damola's senior brother before. He was always miffed at her.
She had approached the girl when they met during the outing
She continued with her musings. She tried to ridicule her but it seemed it didn’t work. She came prepared. Tonye shook her head. She then went ahead to inform her that she doesn’t want her parading herself before her man. She was so pleased by the reaction that she got from the girl. She had been ready to do more damage if not for the intervention of the other usher.
Who was she to try and take what was rightfully hers?
A mere undergraduate. To add insult to injury, she was just twenty years. Damola had proudly told her about the girl when the going was good.
“Arghhh” she screamed. “What will I do to you Damola? I want you in my life.” She said out loud.
A knock on the door alerted her to another presence.
“Your friends are here ma’am and I am leaving.”
“Thank you. Tell them I'll be with them shortly” she replied.
“Okay ma.” The house keeper said and left.
She would make good use of today, at least have fun with the girls. She just hoped Damola's friends have not started introducing new girls to him. This was a good opportunity that must not pass her by. Something needs to be done.
|Re: MINE by Gvnl(f): 5:35pm On Jul 13|
Love it! Keep it Rolling.
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 7:57pm On Jul 14|
|Re: MINE by topitronics10: 8:56pm On Jul 14|
List Of Famous People nominated For Nobel Prize But Lost Out. The nobel prize award was named after a Swedish scientist, Alfred Nobel, he was also a reknown engineer as well as a great industrialist. He through his will endowed prizes in chemistry, literature, peace, physics medicine in the year 1901. the prize for winning the Nobel award is nine million swedish kronor, approximately about 1 million dollars, along side a gold medal and a diploma.
Funny enough Alfred established this award when he read about his own obituary in a french newspaper which read the merchant of death is dead. it was not Alfred who had died it was his brother. this news troubled the great scientist a great deal so much so that he sought for a way to be remembered in a good light after his death. so he established the award. ( He was known for manufacturing war equipment). since his death a lot of famous people has been nominated the following are those that were nominated but lost out on the award.
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|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 8:35am On Jul 16|
Here is another chapter, enjoy and invite people to do the same.
For people wondering what Toye looks like. He is up there.
It was a cool Saturday evening, The breeze was blowing softly and the sun has gone to its place of rest.
Chief Makinwa and his wife were celebrating their 32nd anniversary. The children had decided to put something together to celebrate their parents.
Thirty-two years of marriage was huge in this age and time. For them to have stayed together that long deserves to be celebrated.
Unlike the flamboyant kind of party their mother loved and was used to, Damola and his siblings decided on something close-knit.
Their father had just returned from a medical leave and they did not want something that would stress him out.
Most of the people invited were close family and friends which is why they were in the garden of the family house rather than a big event hall on the Island.
The party was taking the shape they wanted. Merriment, and low key interactions within the people present.
The one-man band invited to supply the music was doing justice to sound on one side of the garden. They had told him they did not want too much noise and he was doing just fine.
Damola looked around and was pleased with what he saw. Friends, and people that meant the world to him. What else could a man ask for?
“Bros Dee help a brother,” Toye said as he hugged Dayo interrupting Damola's musings.
Dayo laughed heartily. “What happened this time?”
“We submitted a proposal to your company and we are yet to get a call. I shouldn’t be hustling with others to work with you.”
“Why not?” Damola smirked at him
“Move, let me talk to my brother” Toye said facing Dayo.
“It is in times like this that you realize he is a brother.” Another friend of Damola teased Toye
“What can we do? We need to make the money.”
“That’s true” Dayo replied. “I will check on Monday, and get back to you, it has definitely not gotten to my table.”
“Thank you bro, I trust you.”
“Alright guys, I need to check what the buffet table has to offer me,” Dayo told them walking away
“We are right behind you,” Damola said
“Damola, how come we don’t have any chics here at the party now?”Damola's other friend asked him looking around.
“He doesn’t have a girlfriend and he wants all of us to be like him.” Toye retorted.
“You are never serious. He accused Toye the turned to his other friend.
Look over there, there's Tonye and some of Doyinsola’s friends.” Damola pointed in a direction where some girls we’re clustered together. Some were swaying to the sound of music coming from the speaker while some were just chatting.
“Tonye is a big fish. I usually get the impression that she feels she is too big to date me” Damola’s other friend complained. “She behaves as if we do not exist.”
“It’s because her eyes are set on the prize, the big fish. Toye said winking at Damola
“Which is?” The friend asked
“D-a-m-o-l-a or Adedamola he tried to mimic Temmy. Whatever happened between you two?” He asked
Let’s not go into that Damola waved it off.
Toye noticed his friend's closed up look meaning he didn’t want to discuss it. Probably a touchy subject for now.
“While you discuss his romance life, I'd like to enjoy the party and meet other people not as boring as the two of you.” Damola's Friend said walking away from them towards the ladies.
“On a serious note, talk to me. What happened?” Toye pressed seeing they were alone.
“It’s a long story" he persisted
“I am ready to hear it. I don’t mind sleeping over in your old room here. We need to talk about it. Moreover today is Saturday and I intend to drink my self to stupor here.”
“I am suspecting you, you are not staying over because of me, you are trying to buy more time with the girls.”
"Nope" Toye popped shaking his head.
" I am on leave from girls right now. There is a girl I am trying to reel in right now but she is not swallowing the hook."
"My guy! the fisher of girls. Well done." Damola hailed
"We are on earth to help each other. They help me, I do so in return" Toye smiled.
" Hmmm" Damola sighed.
It was a few minutes past 11 pm and people had started leaving the party when Toye and Damola retired into the room Damola usually occupied when he visited the family mansion.
Toye decided to pick some chops with him and a bottle of wine to entertain himself while he tried to find out what happened to his friend's enviable relationship.
"I am all ears bro. Tell me everything." He said setting his bottle of drink on the table as soon as he entered the room.
Damola sighed and sat at the foot of the bed. He decided to talk to his friend about it. Maybe the burden will be lifted from him. His brother had talked to him about it, but he couldn’t go into details because he was not ready to admit that he misjudged Temi. It was so difficult to call her any other thing apart from that. "Temi" means mine and even though they were no longer together, it was difficult to get used to her full name.
"Talk to me, get it off your chest bro."
Toye urged settling on the small chair in front of the dresser.
"About a month or two before the breakup, I noticed she was distant. She usually spends her weekend at my place, most times she comes in on Saturday and leaves on Sunday evening."
"I am aware of that," Toye said. "We meet up at your place sometimes."
"She suddenly stopped coming."
"Did you ask her why?"
"She gave me excuses like she was too tired to come over, she had a deadline to meet with assignments, Ushering events, she promised to go somewhere with someone, the excuses were endless.
At first I didn’t pay attention to it. I thought I had offended her and it was her way of punishing me for it. I had to tell her in advance if I wanted to see her or she was too busy too meet up with me. It was annoying to me but I took it in a stride. I loved her and I wanted to spend time with her.
When we had a celebratory dinner at work, I informed her and told her I wanted her to go with me. After so much debate she agreed and seemed genuine. Then about two days to the event she called and said she had an event and she couldn’t get out of it. " He sighed.
"I was surprised but since she never asks for money or anything from me I allowed her to earn from her hustle.
She pleaded with me that she would have loved to go and even picked out an outfit but was sorry she couldn’t make it. I let it slide. I even called her on the day of the event and we talked." Demola paused and looked into space.
Toye decided to give him time to pull himself together. He had kept a lot inside for too long and seemed that this was the let out he needed.
After a few minutes, he continued.
"I was on my way to the venue of our event when I got a mail."
"Okay?" Toye prompted
"The sender said they would like to discuss something important with me and if I was not ready to talk, he or she was ready to go to blogs with incriminating pictures. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I knew I never took nude pictures, so why will some say they have incriminating pictures. I told the person to send his or her digits then I'll get back.
The person insisted on non-verbal communication. I asked what he or she wanted.
Nothing, that was the reply. The person said and I quote “You have helped me before and I’d like to do do a favor in return."
"Then the pictures came in one after the other. About six of them were sent to my Gmail. The person added that if I wanted hard copies, they will get it across which I got days later."
"What was in the picture?" Toye asked.
"Temilade had been meeting a guy secretly behind me."
SEE YOU NEXT TIME.
Your comments and observations are welcome.
|Re: MINE by Odoogu(m): 10:24am On Jul 16|
in life, you can't be too careful. this piece teaches this and other valuable opinions.
the mind is worked in wonders, you never see or realise anything you keep away from it and vice versa.
the eyes reflects the obvious but the sees the oblivious.
please don't take too long to come back
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 2:41am On Jul 17|
@odoogu. I hear u
Hey guys a new cover for MINE.�
Check it out.
|Re: MINE by Odoogu(m): 4:10am On Jul 17|
hadayshawlar:is that a yes? you are mine!
|Re: MINE by Gvnl(f): 2:31pm On Jul 17|
It looks great.
|Re: MINE by Odoogu(m): 2:45pm On Jul 17|
Gvnl:is that you on the cover?
|Re: MINE by Odoogu(m): 2:45pm On Jul 17|
Gvnl:is that you on the cover?
|Re: MINE by Lakesc(m): 5:29pm On Jul 17|
Demola was rash by calling it quit with Temi without letting her explain the photos though, although most times is hard to think logically when confronted with similar issue cause of the flare emotions involve, especially when it's someone u have plan a future with.... Nice cover by the way op.
|Re: MINE by hadayshawlar(f): 9:44am On Jul 18|
@odoogu u are on your own o
@Gvnl thank you.
@Lakesc. You know as humans, when we are angry, its difficult to take rational decisions.
It takes another level of maturity to calm down and ask questions.
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