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Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 5:20pm On Feb 07
MORENIKEJI.

Episode 1

By AMAH’S HEART.




I’m turning thirty by this time next month, yes exactly 14th of every July is my birthday and the man for me is still a mere wish.





I have listed down the criteria, things I want in a man



He must be tall, handsome, wealthy, not too religious but just a believer. I don’t want a man like Jeremiah that will fill my ears with his “spiritkoko” preaching. Jesus said thou shall not do that or do this. Too much of “Jesus said this or Jesus said that”

Jeremiah is a weirdo and I hate such men.

Hate is a strong word yet I can’t find another suitable word for him.



Ahmed was okay at first until he started forcing me to dress up like hajia and follow him to mosque.



I’m a free spirited girl and do not mind dating anyone that falls into my list.

I don’t even care about your religion or your size of manhood all that matters is the fine face and fine pocket.



I want every good thing in a man . That is not too much to ask yet I can’t seem to find such man.



Dami my friend, had a big birthday party.

We partied all night and there was too much to drink and plenty to eat.

The annoying part is that it was her Londonna boyfriend that hosted the birthday for her and he proposed to her the same day.





It was a surprise proposal, something she didn’t see coming.

The clothes she wore for her party was gotten from London by her boyfriend.

She looks so elegant.

The clothes, the shoes, the wig and other accessories was worth more than three hundred thousand.



I sat there with my drink, eyeing her and weighing everything she wore from hair to toe.

She changed up twice and each of the clothes were worth a fortune.



Damilola that used to be very ugly before. I even hated the fact that she used to refer to me as a friend.

She doesn’t even know how to dress and her hair is a story for another day.

Dammi that I thought how to dress and make up.

She was not close to classy or even worthy to be my friend but suddenly everything about her changed immediately she met this guy that was based abroad.



Dammi changed to my greatest surprise. She automatically changed from ugly to beauty. She started dressing to kill.

Money brought out her hidden beauty.



Everything about her changed within a twinkle of an eye.

She was very stingy too and forgot all about her small begining that I rendered great help to her.



I have taken two of her shoes and sold off.

I watched her search frantically for the two fine silver shoes that her boyfriend sent for her but to no avail.

She doesn’t know I was the one that took them. If not that I might get caught I could have wear those shoes because they were very beautiful and expensive.



I can’t call it stealing because she is my friend and I deserve some good thing after everything I did for her in the past.



As I stood at that party ground with other friends, Chike her boyfriend knelt down and ask her to marry him in a very romantic way.



All I could do with the host of other friends was to “aww…awwwing” and shouting “say yes…say yes Dammi”.



Deep down I wish I was right in her shoes.

I wish I was the one getting that fine ring slid into my finger.

This life is not balanced at all.



I deserve a man like Chike, a handsome, wealthy and smart looking man based abroad or based in an ant hole all that matters to me is he should have it all.



Turning thirty has opened my eyes.

I just realized that I’m no more a child, I’m a full grown sophisticated, classic Lady and I suppose to attract my kind.



Why isn’t it happening like I wish, where is my own Chike?

Where can I get such a man to call mine?



I’m tired of this broke ass guys flocking around me like flies.

They don’t have anything for me to hold onto.

I want more than they can offer.

If a common Dammi can have such a well to do man, then I can have something even far better…





I want my own Chike soon, otherwise I will steal somebody’s own.

I can’t be at the receiving end….





Tbc…
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Ann2012(f): 6:10pm On Feb 07
Poster, did u inform Amah before posting her story here?
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Phorlakemi001: 8:57pm On Feb 07
The poster didn't take credit for the story nah, so what is your problem? amah is the writer and her name is there that she's the writer
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Phorlakemi001: 9:00pm On Feb 07
Ann2012:
Poster, did u inform Amah before posting her story here?
The poster didn't take credit for the story nah, so what is your problem? amah is the writer and her name is there that she's the writer
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Ann2012(f): 8:17am On Feb 08
Phorlakemi001:

The poster didn't take credit for the story nah, so what is your problem? amah is the writer and her name is there that she's the writer

I still wonder at people not minding their business, abeg free me.... I mention your name

I don’t have a problem, shikena
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Phorlakemi001: 9:54am On Feb 08
Ann2012:


I still wonder at people not minding their business, abeg free me.... I mention your name

I don’t have a problem, shikena
Do u also mind your business? Because last I checked you're not amah
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 1:46pm On Feb 08
MORENIKEJI.

Episode 2.

By AMAH’S HEART.

 

I want a big party as i’m about to turn thirty. I wish there is a stable man around maybe I will be looking forward to receiving an engagement ring too.



 

I really want the man for me just like Dammi got her Chike and just like one of my friend who is already married now. We call her Uzo, she got married to Tobi. I heard that she is already pregnant and expecting her first child.

 

What is really happening to me, what kind of bad luck is this.

 

Who am I even fooling? There is no way I can possibly find a well to do guy that will fit into my description before 14th of next month.

 

I remember there was a time Dammi’s boyfriend took us out.

No, it was twice not once and it was one of the most amazing and expensive place on earth.

 

That was one of the time in my life I felt alive…so much alive.

A place were the big boys and pretty ladies hang out.

People like myself. They call it unique pleasure lounge and it feels like it’s name.

 

I know my pockets are running empty, I don’t have a car or wardrobes filled with expensive wears, bags or shoes.

 

My rent just expired last week and very soon that shrewd looking landlady will start knocking on my door to ask for her money.

I have many things on my sleeve combined with the fact that I’m going to be turning thirty by next month.



 

Is this life really worth living?

The more I struggle to get to the top the more I find myself still crawling on the bottom.

 

The top is still unrealistic and my mates are running ahead of me.

 

By weekend, I will gather up the little money I have at hand and go and call an Uber driver who will take me to unique pleasure lounge.

I want to chill out, hang out with those that matters.

Some celebrities are mostly seen hanging out with babes there.

 

Is a very lively place to be and I can’t be boring myself to death in this lone house.

 

I want to be seen in the cycle of the rich and famous, who knows…I might get lucky and a good looking man in face and pocket also outgoing gentle man may notice me.

 

And with this thought of mine I began counting days till weekend.

Thursday gradually came but instead of running fast the days became too slow.

 

I couldn’t do anything than to watch and wait.

Finally, Saturday arrived.

I waited for evening to come before getting ready.

The cloth I planned on wearing was already assembled on my mind, oh, the jewelries were top notch.

All gold and it will make me outstanding. All thanks to Lukemon.

the shoe and mini Dina luby bag that I bought expensive when I was dating Lukemon, the jewelry dealer.

I missed Lukemon.

 

Let me tell you a short story about Lukemon the fat nose.

He accused me of stealing some of his jewelry and I denied it. Because I wasn’t the one. I know I can be too forward but believe me when I say I didn’t do a thing.

 

I Know he gave me a lot of expensive things, including fine jewelries but I needed more.

I saw two beautiful one that I like so much.

I asked him to give me but he refused.

I kept pestering him for it but he still refused and gave his reason which I took and decide not to trouble him again.

 

I have made a joke to him earlier before the jewelries got missing.

I told him that if he doesn’t give them to me I may send a rat to sneak it away.

 

We both laugh over the joke.

 

I was surprised when he called me one faithful morning asking me to return the stolen items.

I told him I wasn’t the one but he didn’t believe me.

He even threaten to involve the police if I don’t return the missing expensive jewelries.

 

I wasn’t afraid of his threats. I asked him to go ahead because I was innocent.

 

I even told him to ask his staffs. Is probably one of them that took it or a customer but he insisted that I was the one.

Well, that was how we went separate ways.

He called me names like golddigger, a lying slot and many other horrifying name.

 

I was so pained that I received such insult from a man. The most painful part was mainly because I was innocent of the whole accusations.

If I have taken those items I wouldn’t have mind being called anything but I didn’t.

 

Well, I also gave him his own dose of medicine as a send off.

A whole load, well packaged insult I sent right after him.

 

I moved on with my Life.

After three months, he started calling to inform me that it was one of his staff that stole it.

He caught her on camera stealing and she confessed stealing the said jewelries that I was accused off.

He apologized and was ready to make it up to me.

You can’t insult me the way you did and expected me to return back to your arm.

 

I Know I have bills to pay and I know Lukemon will pamper me very well this time after My vindication.

But I still have my pride and dignity.

The way he insulted me is beyond repair and “I’m sorry” note that he was giving me can’t remedy the damages.

 

I told him that I had forgiven him and forgotten the whole chaotic drama but is actually a lie.

I might have forgiven but who will forget such a huge accusations that was labelled down your throat.

 

That was how the whole thing ended with Lukemon.

I had many gifts and jewelry during his regime and is still serving me and will continue to serve me until i have no use for it again.

 

I got ready as I planned. I made sure everything I wore was classy.

I took time to apply my makeup and arrange my hair.

I spray my Franklin perfume.

It has one of the nicest fragrance that I have ever come across.

It was a gift from one of my dear friend and ever since then I have been pinching it.

If I’m not going anywhere I won’t spray it at all and that was how it lasted for me till now.

The good part is that it last for so long on my body before fading off.

 

After spraying it, I checked the remaining one and it was remaining just small.

It pained me but I understand the part that it can’t last forever.

 

I checked myself all over again before leaving.

My Uber was already waiting outside as I stepped out.

Funny enough the Uber gave me a nice compliment on my looks and dressing.

 

As I arrived at the unique pleasure lounge, I noticed some guys standing beside their cars.

Either on phone, talking with a woman or with their follow guys.

 

I was happy that the Uber I took was neat and is a fine car.

They will probably assume is my car and my driver dropped me off which is not a bad assumption at all.

 

I can’t possibly dress up like I did, with my long heels and start jumping bike,

That will be too embarrassing.

I did what I feel is the best for me and I’m feeling very proud of myself.

 

I made sure that every step count as I launched my Gucci black bender eye shade on.

I can feel their eyes behind my back as I walked in majestically.

 

The place was a little crowded but I know I can not dress up like this and one rich and famous won’t notice me.

 

I sat at the bar side, opposite the bartender sipping my two shot of drink

Something I can afford. I don’t want to get my hopes high and get disappointed.

I’m not the only good looking lady sitting idle and waiting for a catch.

 

I have gotten my hopes high in two occasions, I don’t want to make it third.

 

I will just sit here and sip my drink slowly but with a pride like that of peacock as if I do not care about anybody.

Deep down I care and I’m praying to the God of luck to favor me with a good looking man. Both in looks and in pocket.

I will sit and pretend to be fine and act like I can buy the entire building with everyone in it.

 

Despite how classy I was looking, the only money with me is my transportation back home just in case my whole plans fails.

It happens but I’m hoping that I will not return home the same way I left.

I hope God will be kind enough to listen.

 

I want a fine looking man like Chike.

But where are the men I dressed to kill for?

Why are they not approaching me and checking me out.

Wait a minute, did they think I came with a man or maybe I have a boyfriend?

 

Why am I still sitting alone with this single drink when I should be taking like four to six shots by now with the way I look.

 

“Hellooooo beauty…”

 

Oh thanks goodness! somebody finally got the courage to approach me.

I will pretend like I did not hear him or even know that he was standing beside me with the finest cologne ever.

 

“Pretty lady, is the sit beside you vacant…can I join you?

 

He said again while moving closer.

 

Why does he sound familiar.

What do I care, let me just check out his looks before asking him to siiii….

 

“Chike!!

 

As I looked up from my high sit, I almost screamed out my shock.

I thanks the universe that I didn’t fall off from my chair.

Lo and behold it was the devil himself.

Yes, Chike. It was Chike… Dammi’s man.

 

He was looking lavishing and I couldn’t help but stare with pleasure.

He was smiling from ear to ear as he took a seat beside me.

 

“Nike..I sighted you from a distance and knew you are the one. You are looking good babe. What are you doing here all by yourself…?

 

Could this be a mere coincidence?

I thought within myself.



 

Oh mine!

Could this be my own Chike in a familiar body or is it Dammi’s Chike?

 

Tbc….
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 7:57pm On Feb 09
MORENIKEJI.

Episode 3.

By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

“… then I asked her what type she wanted, did you know her answer?



 

I chuckled before replying.

 

“A big and beautiful wedding, with a top notch decoration and breathtaking well designed cake, a long flora kinda wedding gown with veil and a beautiful line of bridesmaids… the list goes on…..

 

He gulped down a shot and said.

 

“Wrong…. wrong… wrong. Your friend wanted something simple with few family members and friends. She said all this things you mentioned are extravagant, unnecessary spending. she said there’s life after wedding and she doesn’t want me pouring in money into our wedding just to please her when we still have a future. My wife to be said she understand what it feels like to be broke and poor and she doesn’t want to ever go back there…

 

“Is she insane….?

 

I said with anger forming on my chest.

Chike looked at me surprised.

 

“….I mean, how can she chose something simple for a whole wedding. Doesn’t she realize that wedding is a lifetime thing? Once in a lifetime… except she want to do it twice…

 

I quickly retract my words.

 

“…Well, God forbids it. But I expected Dammi to want more than what you just mentioned. Those are poverty mentality and she need to let go of such mindset that has clouded her…

 

I said more calmly as I also drank from my cup of wine that Chike specially ordered for me after asking me my brand.



 

“Is her choice Nik. I respect my woman and every choice she’s makes. your friend is very loving and understanding too. One of the few qualities I admire in a woman. That’s why I call her “Damiluv” she completes me and doesn’t care if I have or I don’t. She sometime uses her own money without waiting for me to do stuff that supposed to be my responsibility and when I want to pay her back she will refuse…

 

I was already sick and tired of the whole

“good girl” talk about Dammi. I wanted a change of topic.

 

Maybe he should also talk about me. He should at least admire my bag, my cloth, shoe and even makeup.

I didn’t dress up in vain. I want showers of praises and many more too.

 

If Dammi was all what he said she was what is he doing here all by himself.

Could it be he is cheating on Dammi, his down to earth good wife to be?

 

Hehehehe…I will have a good long laugh if it happens to be true.

 

Who does he even think he is? Pestering my innocent ears with his “Damiluv”

I know no matter how good a lady is to a man, they will still find reason to cheat.

 

“So… what are you doing here Nik… alone?

 

He finally asked.

There is a way he calls me that makes me feel good within myself.

 

“Just came to chill out. I love this arena, it appeals to me and I enjoy chilling out in a place like this especially weekends. Or can’t a lady take herself out? Chike, maybe you don’t know me enough but the truth is that my happiness does not centre around men. I sometimes give myself a treat and buy gifts for myself. Anything that makes me happy…I do it. Is called self worth… or whatever you may want to call it. So… what are you also doing here… alone without Dammi? Don’t tell me that you sneak out of the house to chill here and admire other fine ladies…?

 

He laughed out hard before saying.

 

“As matter of fact I’m not alone. My friends are over at one corner. When I sighted you I excused myself and came over. Since you are Dammi’s friend it also makes you my friend. Dammi is not living with me. She will move in fully after we’re married. She is over at her elder brother’s place helping his wife with their new born. I called her before leaving and she was okay with it. If she wasn’t I could have stayed back. That’s by the way. will you like to meet my friends?

 

I don’t want to sound enthusiastic even though all I wanted to do was to jump at the offer.

 

Maybe I will get to meet a well to do guy who won’t stop admiring me and wanting to die for me.

Chike was boring me with his Dammi talk.

 

“Aaah…sure.

 

He paid for the drink before standing to his feet.

He was all gentle man like as he took my hands into his and led me over to a table where two guys and a lady were sitting.

 

“Hey guys… this is Nike. Dammi’s friend.

 

I flashed them a catchy smile as I sat beside Chike and a lone guy.

 

One of the guys sitting very close to the lady was okay appearance wise but his attention was more on the lady than on me.

The lady was looking all natural except for the red lipstick and a neatly carved eyebrow.

Despite her simple look she was still beautiful.

The guy gentle caressed her shoulder in a very loving way.

I felt bad inwardly because I suppose to be the centre of attraction.

 

The second guy was all cool and quiet. He was drinking a fruity Chapman.

He was good looking but he seems distracted and wasn’t giving me enough admiration like I expected.

How can he be taking a fruity drink in a place like this. Who does that?

He must be one of those friend that try to tag along. They want to feel belong and are mostly found in the means of the rich and famous.

They don’t have anything to boast off except their rich friends.

He looks very ordinary and I don’t want such kind of man admiring me before he will start begging me for a pocket money.

 

“Nike meet my friends. This is Kwame, he’s a Ghanaian but he’s fiance is a Nigerian from the North. Her name is Mariam. And this is Philip…we call him Phil.

 

After exchanging pleasantry, I settled in immediately.

I drank whatever they offer and ate whatever is on the table.

I’m not the shy type, I can’t even remember the last time I was shy in front of a guy.

I’m easy going and a happy soul.

 

My brain was still intact as I try not to over do it or mess up myself because I see free drinks and small chops.

 

I started feeling tipsy, my head was swinging and my eyes were still at alert. My head felt heavy.

 

Chike raised a general topic, Kwame and his girlfriend were very interactive except for that odd guy that they call Phil.

He doesn’t talk much

He smiles when necessary and refocused.

He will drop one or two line of sentences and go mute.

This type of man is a “joy killer”.

I pity his girlfriend, if he even have one.

 

The evening was going on fine before Chike checked his phone and screamed in shock.

 

“7 missed calls. I don’t know that my phone was ringing all this while. My woman have been calling. She must be worried sick. Guys I need to head home now… Nike how will you go? Do you care to join me or you want to take an Uber home..?

 

I gulped down the last drink in front of me and poured the remaining one into my cup.

I drank deeply before setting it down.

 

“I think you have had enough!

 

The voice wasn’t Chike’s voice. It was that weirdo that was trying to control what I do with my life.

 

“The last time I checked, is none of your damn business. Focus on your stupid fruit juice and leave me the hell alone…

 

I said all this without blinking.

My breath smells like alcohol.

Deep down I know I have had too much to drink already but I don’t need him or anyone reminding me of what I already know.

 

“Nik… Nike… easy please. I don’t think Phil meant any harm with his words. He is only looking out for you like a friend will do.

 

“He’s not my friend and secondly I’m an adult Chike, I Know the level of liquor I can take and get intoxicated. I don’t need him nor anyone to remind me about that. Beside, I’m not his problem. Since he feels comfortable with juicy drink why is he putting eyes in my alcohol? Is his sister or girlfriend if he even have one that he can order around not somebody like me…

 

I retorted in defence.

 

I thought the young man was going to feel humiliated and leave me alone but it seems I just reawaken him.

 

“Adult… wait a sec so you know that you an adult yet behaving like a child? Psssstty! give me a break with those long unintelligent lectures of yours. you are obviously embarrassing yourself…

 

I dropped the remaining drink I was having and focus on him.

 

Just when I was about to return back the insult Chike and his Ghana friend spoilt the show.

 

Chike gently pulled me away and I almost fell down at the process because my legs were shaking and couldn’t stand still.

I have had too much to drink quiet alright but I don’t want anybody telling me, most especially not Phil or whatever is his name.

 

As I staggered a little Chike caught me up. My makeup and lipstick cleaned in his white shirt.

 

He didn’t really pay attention to the stains as he led me outside.

 

“Nike, you have had too much to drink. I can’t possibly leave you like this. Dammi sent a message that I should come over to her brother’s place and pick her. I thought I was going straight home, I could have drop you off Nik. Let me check on my guys if anyone is going your direction.

 

I quickly became humble but I can feel my eyes closing and opening.

I felt like lying down there and dozing off.

I don’t even mind if anyone was staring or not.

I saw a very comfortable fine car beside Chike’s own and relaxed on it’s bonnet while waiting for Chike.

 

This is not how I planned my evening to go.

I was hoping if Chike drops me he may even find small money for me but all my plans are scattered.

Everything is ruined.

I relaxed back, my eyes were closing gradually.

 

I can see Chike arguing with his wide mouth, juice drinker of a friend. Phil was shaking his head and saying no to whatever Chike was asking of him before my eyes finally closed up.

 

Somebody tapped me gently.

I sat up and there he was.

 

“Miss adult, get off from my car before you damage something. Chike begged me to drop you off. He’s off to pick his woman. As much as I hate this but I will do it for the sake of Chike. Come… let’s go, is already late…so stop wasting time “Ms adult…”

 

What an insult to my personality.

I tried to act like a lady as I went into the car.

He didn’t even bother to hold the car door for me.

 

At this point, even if the devil offered to drop me off I will accept.

I don’t have much choice and this broke looking guy doesn’t have anything to offer me.

Why did I even drank so much?

If not for the alcohol and the way I feel I will never have accepted any help from a church rat like Philip.

I wanted Chike or somebody as rich as Chike not this broke small boy.

 

He is even a common driver or Uber rider. Using another person’s car to cruise.

I wish it was Chike.

All my whole packaging couldn’t even attract a reasonable guy that will take me home. I ended up with a loser like Phil.

“A common driver, aah…Morenikeji, you have suffered”

I said to myself silently.



 

All hope is not lost. Let me keep my fingers crossed as I looked forward to a well to do man like Chike not somebody like Phil who is probably an errand boy trying to feel among and even claiming this fine expensive porch car as his.

 

I will relax back like a Queen and give him direction to my house, after all he’s just a common driver.
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 3:45pm On Feb 11
MORENIKEJI.

Episode 4.

By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

I tried to keep awake as he drove on silently.



My eyes began closing again.

He said something but I didn’t hear him and did not even want to.

 

He tapped me awake and I was angry.

 

“Listen to me young man, you are not up to the kind of men i move with. You aren’t my type and can never ever be. Drop me off like you were asked to and be on your way to give back the car to the rightful owner. Rubbish…!

 

He smiled and said.

 

“I don’t blame you, I blame Chike who begged me to drop you. Where is your house Ms adult…? Where do you live…?

 

I ignored him as I shot my eyes to sleep two second sleep.

He was saying something and even tapped my hand but angrily tried to slap off his hand but ended up slapping myself.

I shot my eyes again and only awaken when he pulled into a compound and hit me hard on my hand.

 

I looked around and realized that I was in a very strange place.

It wasn’t my house. The whole drink cleared from my eyes as I began looking all around.



It was a big compound with a fine structure. Even in darkeness the building still sparks.

Did he brought me to a hotel?

He must be out of his mind to think I’m a cheap lady like his ten Naira girlfriends.

 

“Are you out of your mind…? Why did you bring me to a hotel? Listen to me… even if they dash you to me you are still not worthy to be my houseboy. Why didn’t you take me to my place… I’m not getting down from this car…

 

He turned off the ignition and said.

 

“Then suit yourself madam. If you have opened your mouth and told me where you live, we won’t be having this conversation. This is almost 12am. I’m not going anywhere again till morning. I asked you severally about where you live but you were drunkly asleep…I couldn’t get any reasonable word from you. And for your information this isn’t a hotel…is my family house. If you want to sleep in this car till morning…is fine by me. If you wish to come down I will take you to the guest quarters where you will stay till morning before you find your way or you can…

 

I interrupted him with a long laugh before saying.

 

“Who dash monkey banana… hahahaha. Wonders shall never end. Continue claiming what is not yours. First it was the car and now this fine house belong to your family…liar! Is your type that will perish in hell because of claiming what is not yours. You are nothing but a golddigger…I don’t even know why Chike didn’t drop me off by himself. I have been with many guys but I have never come across one that lies so much. You want to tag along with the likes of Chike so that you feel among…

 

I was still talking when somebody spoke from the tall building.

I looked up and with the help of the light I can see an elderly woman in a thick wrapped American pajamas.

 

Is probably Phil’s madam.

 

“Philip… Philip, is that you? I heard when you drove in…

 

Phil stepped down from the car and walked closer to the building.

He lifted his head up and said.

 

“Is me Mum…I will be up in no time.

 

I shake my head pathetically when i heard him mention Mum.

 

How can he be addressing his madam as mum.

This boy tries so hard to feel belong.

Wait a second, what if is his sugar mummy?

This guy is indeed shameless.

 

The woman was saying something else, so I listened.

 

“I heard you talking…I almost thought you drove in with somebody. Your father is reading in his library. I have been up waiting for your return… There’s vegetables chicken sauce on the dinning for you. is there someone in your car?

 

Philip was quiet for a second before replying.

 

“Mum, is nobody important. She will sleep in the guest room and will be gone by morning. I’m coming up right away…

 

“Oh is a lady right…? Ever since Amara left for her masters degree I haven’t seen you with a woman. Your sister called earlier, she wanted to speak to you but you weren’t available. She said she will call your personal number. Did she later called you?

 

Philip was moving back to the car while responding to the elderly woman.

 

“No mum, she didn’t call but I will call her tomorrow. I’m coming up…we will talk more when I’m up…

 

The woman turned to go back inside but suddenly paused and said.

 

“Son, won’t your friend be needing some food… maybe you should ask her if she will like to have something to eat…

 

“She’s not my friend. Got to know her through a mutual friend…. she have had enough to drink and eat already. I don’t think she will be needing more. Mum… enough of the questions…I said I’m coming upstairs…

 

The woman turned and walked back inside.

It just dawned on me that Philip is probably saying the truth.

 

Could it be that this fine car belongs to him and this is truly his family house and the elderly woman up there is his mother and not sugar mummy like I presumed?

 

“Please, get down let me show you where you will be passing the night.

 

Obediently, like a good child I came down and stood beside the car while still looking around and waiting for my next instruction.

 

He asked me to follow him and I quickly did without a word.

 

He took me to a well furnished quarters and showed me where I will be spending the night.

 

I nodded obediently with thanks.

 

Before he left, he turned and looked at me strangely.

He must have been confused over my sudden change of attitude.

 

After he left, I walked round the exquisite room.

If the visitors quarters is beautiful and well equipped like this how will the main house looks like.

This was far more than my two bedroom apartment.

 

I freshened up and lay on the bed, fantasizing over Philip.

It wasn’t Chike anymore that was occupying my head but Philip

 

I finally slept off and was awaken the next morning with a knock.

 

“That must be Philip” I thought.

 

I quickly readjusted my cloth, pull up my cleavage, so that small breast could be seen. Used my hand to straighten my hair and pat my face gently before going to answer the door.

 

I know I messed up by overreacting to Philip, I’m willing and ready to make it up if he will give me a chance.

I’m obviously loving everything I’m seeing in this house.

 

Immediately I opened the door, I frowned and quickly covered up immediately.

It was a young lady with apron tired around her waist.

She brought something in a tray for me.

She was beautiful and her skin was dark golden.

 

“Good morning ma’am. My boss asked me to bring breakfast to you…

 

I wanted to ask who was her boss before she said.

 

“…He said he will be leaving by 9am. That you should be ready before then.

 

I switched to my “good girl” side and thanked the lady as I stepped away from the door to let her come inside and drop the tray.

 

I saw new tooth brush and paste in the bathroom and quickly brushed, freshened up before coming to devour the delicious breakfast.

 

I wanted to remain a little just for them to know that I’m equally classic and not taken by anything.

But as I opened the food, all my stomach opened up.

I was really hungry and ate up the whole food, drank the cup of tea which I made by myself with the beverage that was included in the breakfast tray.

 

It wasn’t okay for me. I needed more food but since is only breakfast I can’t possibly go and start requesting for more before they will tag me a glutton.

 

I got ready and waited and within few minutes there was another knock on the door.

 

I smiled, that must be Philip.

I will finally have the opportunity to apologise for my outburst yesterday and for belittling him.

 

As I answered the door, it was a man in white shirt and black trouser.

 

“Good morning ma’am, my name is Kachi, I’m the driver. My boss asked me to take you home. He also said I should ask you if giving you money to take a cab will be preferable for you. But if not then let’s leave now please…

 

I stood there with a frown not knowing how to respond.

 

” What of your boss, can I please see him?

 

I asked politely while forcing a smile.

 

“I’m not quiet sure if he wants to see you which explains why he asked me to drop you off or offer you money.

 

I stood without moving, I don’t really know what I was waiting for.

 

I heard the sound of car driving out of the gate.

 

“…That’s my boss driving out with his parents. Today is Sunday… they’re going to church…

 

The driver said. I almost asked where their Church was located but cautioned myself.

 

I nooded to the man before asking him to excuse me.

I retuned back inside and didn’t know what to do next.

Does it means that I won’t be able to see or speak to Philip again.

Does it mean I have missed this great opportunity with my bad mouth and ill attitude.

I remember him saying to his mother that I’m not his friend. I’m a nobody to him only helping a mutual friend which is Chike by agreeing to drop me.

 

I bit my lips as I thought of that.

Time was going and the driver was waiting for me outside.

 

An idea came to me.

I opened my small hand bag and took out my national ID card.

I throw it under the bed before walking to the door.

In doing so, I will have a reason to come back again and will probably see Philip.

 

I will just pretend that I lost my ID card and my guess is that it must have fallen in the guest room where I slept.

 

I hope and pray the whole plan works out for my good.

I could have asked for the money because I really needed it but they may see me as cheap.

 

I don’t want to give Philip reasons to dislike me again.

Enough of the negatives aspect of me.

Is time to right my wrongs.

 

I later left with the driver as he went to drop me off.

 

I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask the friendly man but all I did was to stay quiet and continuesly blaming myself for misbehaving towards Philip.

 

I got home and thanked Kachi for his kindness.

He turned and drove off while I walked into my gate.

The following day, I planned going over to see Philip while pretending like I forgot my ID but Dammi called.

 

“Hello Keji, Can I come over to your place or do you mind coming down to mine…I need somebody to talk to.

 

Dammi said with a disturbing voice.

 

My heart started beating with the way she sound.

What could have been the problem?

I Hope Chike did not get involve in an accident

God forbids it!

or is Dammi pregnant? Which is a good news. She doesn’t have to sound so worried but jubilate if it happen to be so.

 

I started persuading her to tell me what could be the problem before I start coming over.

 

“I think… Chike is seeing another woman. He’s cheating on me Keji. The other day i called him severally upto seven or even eight times but he didn’t answer my call and later when he came to pick me he had this strange perfume smell on him and the worst part is that I noticed that there was a lip stick stain on his cloth. I’m yet to confront him but he’s acting like nothing happened. deep down I know something is fishing, my conscience can’t be lying to me. Please, come over because I really don’t know how to deal with this whole thing when our wedding is coming up next month…

 

I told her that I was coming right away despite I needed to go over to Philips house but Dammi needs a friend.

Her almighty Chike is cheating on her.

 

I’m so disappointed in him. With the way he was praising Dammi I thought he will be faithful to the core.

A lady’s lipstick stain and perfume smell on him.

Whoever the lady is she will be very unfortunate if Dammi and I descend on her.

I know Dammi can be stringy and annoying but since I have forgiven her and turned a new leaf because of Philip I will help her save her relationship from the unfortunate woman.



 

The foolish lady that stained Chike with lipstick supposed to know that shoes has different size and Chike is not her size.

 

I got dressed and left to see my friend, Dammi.
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 2:25pm On Feb 14
MORENIKEJI.

Episode 5.

By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

 

I clapped my hands together in a fashionable style, made a face immediately Dammi said the last statement.

 

“Me…? Are you sure that you heard him right Dammi…?



 

“Yes, I did. Immediately he picked me up from my brother’s place, Chike started apologizing for missing my calls and then he said that he saw you at the lounge and you with some of his friends hanged out… that was why I decided to call you and ask if he was with another woman during that night. Please, don’t lie to me Keji…it was the same day that he had the lipstick stain and strange perfume smell…

 

I was quiet as i tries to recollect.

Dammi continued

 

“…Did you know when you stepped in, you almost has the same perfume fragrance as the one I perceived on Chike’s body that day…

 

I laughed out and suddenly pause with a frown.

 

“Wait a second Dammi…are you by any chance pointing an accusing fingers on me? Are you indirectly accusing me of going out with Chike?

 

“No…no Keji. How can you even assume such? you of all people wouldn’t do that to me. I’m only asking if you happened to see another woman with Chike since he said you all were all together that night…



 

I gasped out in relief, for a second I thought Dammi was accusing me.



 

I asked her to give me a second as I began to think back to that night.

 

“I can’t remember seeing another woman with Chike. And the stupid lady will be very unfortunate if I had set my eyes on her with Chike. Whoever that has the lipstick stain is an ugly gold digger. She wants to reap where she did not sow…it will never be well with such lady. You could have confronted Chike and ask him who was this foolish “wanabis” that stained his shirt with lipstick… you shouldn’t have keep calm and suck it all in. You deserve an explanation because he’s your man and Chike loves you dearly. He told me how much he adores you Dammi and I’m surprised that he will have anything to do with another woman. He could have dropped me off but because he needed to get to you that was why he asked his friend to help me out. he was actually in a hurry after complaining that he missed your call….Wai…wait…

 

And suddenly it started coming back to me.

I remember Chike saying he missed Dammi’s call and had to run to pick her.

I had too much to drink and almost fell but he caught me…

Oh…mine… God…!

 

So…i was the foolish gold digger.

God forbid o!!

I have used my own mouth to curse myself.

It will never happen.

 

It was me…my lipstick and perfume…it was me.

 

“Oh my goodness…it was me oo!

 

I screamed out immediately the memory started coming back.

Dammi raised an eyebrow, she didn’t understand.

 

I explained to her how I almost fell after having too much to drink but Chike caught me up before asking his friend Philip to drop me off at my place so that he can come over and get you from your brother’s place.

 

“I mabinu ore mi…(don’t be angry my friend) I just remembered that it was me. Please, don’t be offended… even the perfume too… you are right. Chike is faithful to you Dammi and you don’t have any reason to be worried.

 

I watched her gasped out before smiling.

 

“Thank God it wasn’t what I thought. I know he loves me but I usually have fear of him seeing his follow tribal lady, who speaks the same dialect with him or a pretty lady that is up to his class. you know what I mean Keji and then he falls for her… But I’m glad is not what I was thinking. hmmm…by the way what where you doing at the lounge Keji… or wher…

 

I quickly interrupted her.

 

“What do you mean by what am I doing at the lounge? Can’t I take myself out.. and have some fun too? Anyway…I was looking for my own Chike. You have gotten your own man, I needed to also get mine before my next birthday but I ended up drunk…

 

Dammi began to laugh.

 

“The Keji I know is never stable in a relationship. Today you are dating Jerry the next time will be Lukemon or Johny walker… hahahaha! I thought you were okay moving from one relationship to the other. Your own Chike maybe Tunde the mechanic boy that you probably ignored in your quest for already made men. I sometimes wish you will just get serious with one man…

 

I hate Dammi’s bluntness. Ever since she started dating chike her bluntness has no chill but she was right. Almost everything she said was true

And the sad truth is that I have repented

 

“I have repented Dammi. Seriously… I’m not the Keji that you used to know. I’m ready to settle down but first I need a man to call mine. There’s this guy, Chike’s friend that dropped me off that night… I’m begining to fall for him… that’s if I haven’t already fallen but…I spoke harshly to him and even insulted him as he went to drop me off that night. Now I’m looking for a way to apologise and make amend… probably he will give me a chance…I don’t know. I just want to get hook with a nice serious guy before my next birthday but looking at it all…is unrealistic. My birthday is in few weeks from now Dammi, all that I set to achieve before I clock thirty is far fetched. Anyway, I’m still shooting my shot at Philip and hoping it will work out for my good…

 

Dammi smiled and asked me to still be hopeful that all hopes is not lost.



 

I asked her how she was preparing for her upcoming wedding.

We also discussed other things.

I asked her if she won’t offer me food.

She complained of not wanting to cook again but to manage what she has.

 

The money and food items was there so why is she still doing over management.

 

Dammi can be stingy but I must eat today before I leave, by the way she was the one that dragged me out my comfort zone.

 

I began to pest her over food and how famished I was.

She later brought food and drinks which I took gladly.

 

I sighted some of her fine shoes and hand bags and began to tease her that we wear the same size of shoe and I wouldn’t mind if she give me one.

Dammi turned to me and said with all seriousness

 

“Did you know that those my heels that Chike sent to me from UK that got missing then, I haven’t find it yet… I don’t know how those shoes went missing. Keji, i can’t give out any shoe right now… because I don’t plan on buying shoes later and I will also tell Chike that he shouldn’t buy more for now until I request for it. Every penny count and can be put into better use. I know what it feels like to be poor, I don’t want to ever go back there again. I know Chike got the money and connection, he even said I will give birth to our first child in UK but despite how rich he may be I’m still not taking any chances Keji. I will never be poor again in my life…

 

All this sermon on poverty is because of the shoe I asked her to give me.



 

As much as I want to dislike her ways especially the stingy part of her, Dammi was right.

Poverty is a bastard and will even make you beg and do what you are not supposed to do.

 

As evening approached I left.

She thanked me for coming around and I thanked her for her hospitality even though she didn’t do anything special.

Even the food and drink she gave me was because I asked.

 

I went home and sat to think deep about my life.

Looking back I have really been so unfortunate with the better things of life especially with men which made me turn thick skin.

 

Look at Dammi, she have it all.

something she never saw coming.

Just one fine Chike changed everything for her.

I remember how I used to give her my cloths and shoes to wear.

when she had accommodation problem and had no money I accommodated her.

 

I was working and helped her like a friend even though I hated it sometimes because it ate deep into my pocket but I couldn’t possibly throw her into the street.

I refused to settle for men with sweet tongue but empty pocket.

 

Lukemon asked me to resign from my work place because he was giving me enough and doesn’t want his woman working.

I foolishly did until he accused me of stealing.

I had alot saved up after the relationship ended and wanted to go into importing of human hair and make ups with the money I had then but I gradually spent it all and returned back to square one.

 

Now, Dammi is flying with colours while I’m still at the bottom trying to figure out my life.

I know that this life is not balanced but God won’t allow me to beg from those who will mock me.

 

Just like Dammi usually say, I hate poverty and will not descend low to beg for common things that I can afford.

 

I will go over to see Philip and I hope and pray that I will get to see him, apologies and thank him for helping me out.

If he wants to be a friend it will be a dream come true for me but if he doesn’t, I wouldn’t blame him.

Is all my fault, I messed up big-time.

 

After then I will start a job hunt.

Get a job and start making my own money so that people like Dammi will stop feeling like god over small request.

 

Not having money has made me took insult that I wouldn’t take from anyone on a normal day



 

I’m happy that I dropped my ID card at Philips place, I have good reason to go back.



 

After two days again, I was ready to return to Philips.

I dressed up very well, spray my last remaining perfume, checked myself to make sure I was really looking good.

After I was certain with myself I left.

As I was about stepping out the gate, my long mouth landlady stopped me to ask when i will be paying my rent.

 

Ever since she started disturbing me for the rent, I have mastered the act of sneaking in and out without notice.

 

I have told her that I was going to pay soon and yet she continued asking.

She doesn’t understand that soon means when I have the money.

 

The little money with me is to eat, I can’t possibly go hungry because of house rent.

I know securing the place I put my head is important but I don’t have money yet for rent.

I told her again that I will pay soon but this time she wanted to know how soon.

 

It could be in two months time. Which will be if I happen to get a job and collect two months salary or even three months. it all depends on the pay.

 

I can’t possibly ask Dammi to loan me some money.

Even if she has a houseful of cash she will still find it difficult to part with few.

Dammi will hang her usual slogan on it for everyone to know “I hate poverty and I’m not going back there again”

 

Those are what she uses to get by.

 

I’m happy that at least I was able to get something from her without her knowing. Those heels were beautiful and I could have kept them but she may find out and will want them back after probably insulting me.

 

I dismissed my landlady with another excuse.

As I walked out, she was muttering something which I deliberately did not care to know.

 

I head down to Philip resident as I silently pray that things will work out for my good.

 

I’m not much of a believer or religious but this time I was very serious when I prayed that something good will come out from this second visit.

 
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 4:40pm On Feb 16
MORENIKEJI.

Episode 6.

By AMAH’S HEART

 

 

 

When I finally got to Phil’s resident, the security opened the gate after i told them the reason why I came.

 

I was informed that Philip and his parents were out. He wasn’t home and they couldn’t give me access or hand any item to me until he approves.



 

I told the security that I was going to wait for his return.



 

I waited for more than an hour, no sign of them coming back.

 

I was willing to wait even till the next day but the security came to remind me that is over two hours that I have been waiting.

That I should call his phone number so that he will be aware that I was waiting for him.

 

I couldn’t even tell them that I don’t have his phone number even though I claimed that he was a friend.

 

I quickly stood and told them that I will come back next time.

 

I took transport back home.

Seeing Philip now is like seeing the president of my country but I’m still not giving up.

Getting to the house, I quietly opened the gate and sneak into my apartment to avoid evening boring lecture from my landlady.



 

Dammi called me the following day that she will be needing a favor from me. She asked me to come down to Chike’s house, that is where she was.

 

I went down to know what she needed my help for.

 

Chike was home and he was the one that asked me my drink brand and what I will like to take.

 

He was very entertaining and cracks me up with his jokes.

 

I never mention anything about Philip to him neither did he asked.

Dammi will probably tell him of my interest whenever they think of having a little gossip with my name.

But I was only thinking of a way to apologise to Philip and move on with my life.



 

It has proven difficult in speaking to him. Probably ones I happen to get hold of my ID card then I will refocus my attention to full engagement of job search.

 

Chike later stepped out after asking me what he will be buying for me and Dammi on his way back because he wasn’t going far.

Dammi told him not to buy anything that we’re fine.

 

“I’m not fine.

I said after Dammi

“…..maybe Dammi is fine because she has a houseful of goodies. Pizza or even shawarma will be nice with soft drink”

 

I said to Chike.

 

“Your wish is my command, don’t leave, I will be right back Keji.

 

He drove off

 

After Chike left that morning, Dammi came and said.

 

” I don’t really like the way Chike spends money unnecessary. I have talked non stop yet he won’t listen.

 

“Chike has a different mentality concerning money unlike you. I guess you should just let him express himself through giving and care. Dammi he’s your man…I wouldn’t impose my own ideas over him but I see no big deal with him wanting to buy stuffs for me… for your friend. stop taking everything serious.

 

“Every penny count for me. That money he wants to use for pizza or shawarma could have been put into better use. Atleast he has already served you drink with fried chicken laps that he prepared down and store in the fridge. If I calculate the amount alone is upto five thousand and now he still wants to get more things. At the end of the day you will be consuming something more than ten thousand Naira. Keji money is not easily gotten, i hope you know? I know what it felt like to be poor… and I won’t let anyone squander my husband to be money…



 

I wasn’t offended with Dammi because I know what she was capable off but I was even more determined to take home whatever Chike brings. That will serve as my lunch.

 

I asked her what she needed my help for.

 

She went inside and came out with a fat envelope.

 

“Eehee! Keji… please I need you to help me take this money to the bank. This envelope in my hand is filled with money. Is all from the results of unnecessary spending which i collected from Chike just to avoid him spending money on things that I don’t need. Is two hundred and fifty thousand Naira and I need you to go to bank and deposit the money in my account. I will give you transport to and fro and small money as stipend for yourself because I know you need money.

 

“Are you mistaking me for your errand girls? You called me out of my house just to send me irrelevant message. I know I’m very broke o Dammi but I’m not selling my birthright for a stipend.

 

She smiled mischievously before saying.

 

“What are we friends for if you can’t help me with little things Keji. I could have gone by myself but I don’t want Chike to know, secondly I’m a very busy person…especially with my upcoming wedding. Chike may have a different opinion if he knows that I have been saving every dime that I was either meant to spend. I will surprise him when the money gets to 1 million… right now is just six hundred and fifty thousand if you deposit this. I can’t entrust this huge amount to any errand girl or boy… what if they dupe me? I said i was going to give you some money for your time. I will give you 3 thousand Naira for the stress and 1k for the transportation. You will still have some balance from the 1k TF. Money doesn’t easily come by and offering you 3thousand naira is huge Keji because I’m a friend indeed and also helping you for those times you accommodated me.

 

I laughed out my embarrassment. Dammi have brought my whole worth to nothing because of my present predicament.

Not having money is a big problem.

 

A girl that I accommodated, fed and took care off for almost two years before she met Chike called me out of my house just to send me an errand with an offer of three thousand Naira…

Dammi is a friend in disguise not indeed.

 

I’m not expecting a medal or a thank you gift for helping a friend in need but I wish she has a little conscience whenever she reminds me of poverty.

Well, even though I’m in serious need of money but I will still not sell my worth for Dammi’s stupid stipend.



 

I thought of my rent and decided to asked her for help hoping she will be considerate for old times sake.



 

“Dammi, please borrow me 200 thousand Naira let me use it for my rent…my landlady is on my neck. I have mastered the act of sneaking out and in to avoid running into her. I will pay back… I’m presently searching for job and I will pay up gradually. Trust me…I will bring back your money for you and…

 

She interrupted.

 

“Keji…ejooo(please) I can’t possibly borrow you such a huge amount of money. You don’t even have a job or even a boyfriend. Is a very huge risk Keji that I’m not willing to take. Infact don’t worry about paying the money in the bank for me again… I don’t want to hear stories that touches the heart.

 

I didn’t bother to leave despite that’s what she will expect.

I wasn’t even offended.

I can only be offended if I’m quick to temper and if I don’t know Dammi enough.

I sat watching television and waiting for Chike.

I know Dammi will want me to leave but I’m not going anywhere untill Chike retuns back.

 

I sat watching television until Chike finally came back.

He smiled cheerfully when he saw that i was still around.

He bought many goodies and I had mine well packaged.

I thanked him before standing to leave.

 

Dammi walked me to the gate before saying that she will give me the money on one condition.

I asked her what the condition is and she said if she gives me 200k I will pay back 300k. Meaning she will be making extra 100k.

I was in real need of money but I can’t possibly agreed with Dammi terms.

I told her I will pay back 50k extra instead of 100.

She refused at first but later agreed.

 

Dammi gave me 200k wrapped in an envelope.

 

I left and without wasting time went straight and paid my landlady.

 

It was remaining twenty thousand for electricity bill which I told her I will bring later.

 

My mind was at rest, I felt a huge burden lifted after paying the rent.

I know I still have Dammi to face but hopefully I will get a Job soon and start paying her little by little until I pay off everything.

 

I stayed home searching for job online for days.

I even applied in some and was waiting for an interview.

 

In one of my application letter which I was supposed to fill online my ID card identification number was needed.



I had to skip that particular one because my iD wasn’t available at the moment.

 

I still thought of Philip, how to get back there and retrieve my card and also see him and apologies.

 

After some days, I made up my mind and went over to see him again.

 

I was ushered to wait at the reception.

 

Philip was later informed, he didn’t bother coming down to see me instead he asked the people in charge of cleaning the guest quarters to give me what I came for while I wait at the downstairs reception.

 

After sometime the cleaner retuned and said she didn’t find it.

But I should wait for her second who was out. She will soon return.

 

I gladly waited and even started praying that they will delay in finding it maybe I will get to see Philip.

I sat like the good girl that I was while sipping the orange juice that I was offered.

 

It was while I was waiting that Philip finally came down with his mother.

His mother was on a phone call.

 

The woman was all elegant. Seeing her clearly unlike the other night made me start regretting my whole drunk night actions towards Philip.

 

Philip was very handsome, after seeing him during the day.

he took after his Mother and was simply dressed.

I guess they were going out.

 

He looked at me coldly and said with a smile

 

“I don’t need to ask you how you are doing because you obviously look good”.

 

I laughed out at his dry jokes before saying

 

“I’m sorry for the other night Phil. I said alot of stupid things that I didn’t mean and I regret every bit of it…

 

“Come off it…I can’t possibly hold whatever you said when you were highly drunk against you. Is fine…and if you are certain that your item fell in the guest room where you passed the night then it will be brought to you…

 

I nooded with a smiled before saying…

 

“Does it mean that you aren’t angry with me?

 

” No… I’m not angry. But be careful with your alcohol intakes, too much of everything is bad…”miss adult”…I didn’t get your name…

 

He said the last part laughing. I joined him laughing before telling him my name.

 

He nodded and walked out.

 

His mother was done with her call and came forward as Philip walks out.

 

Philip’s mother was very friendly as she replied my greetings warmly.

She asked me if I needed something else while I wait for the other cleaner.

I told her that I was fine.

 

I openly admired her beautiful Ankara gown that was decorated with flowers she was very pleased.

 

She asked me what I do for a living, and without wasting time and not having any reason to be ashamed I told her that I was searching for job.

 

She asked me what kind of job, I quickly replied

 

“Anyone ma’am…I mean any legal job that will pay off my bills.

 

She smiled before asking if I can cook because extra hand is needed in the kitchen and also they plan to throw a big party for Philips father’s sixtieth birthday so help will be needed.

But her focus was if I know how to cook different delicacies very well.

 

She also said that I will be giving an accommodation and fed too. She mentioned the amount of money that will be my weekly payment.

That’s most big companies monthly staff salary which will be my weekly pay.

 

I felt like lying facedown on the floor and prostrating for this woman.

 

I wanted to jump on her to show how grateful I was.

 

I was moved to tears the way things was working out.

She promised to discuss it with Philip first before I resume.

 

The job was only a month and the pay is weekly and if after the one month and my performance is good then I will be retained.

 

I couldn’t sit still as I began working up and down the reception.

I wanted to scream excitedly, I wanted to jump and dance.

at the same time I hope Philip will not feel indifference.

His mother mentioned that he has to approve first.

 

While I was still walking up and down in excitement mixed with worries, she returned back to inform me that her son doesn’t mind.

Philip was okay with it which places me on one month probation.

I was very happy.

 

But I have a big problem, I’m not much of a cook.

I only cook food that I can eat or with my friends.

I know nothing much about cooking and my staying in this big mansion depends on my cooking performance.

 

My heart beat started racing when I remembered that cooking is not my calling but I seriously needed this job.
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 11:03pm On Feb 19
MORENIKEJI.

Episode 7.

By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

Philip’s Mother whom I learnt that her name was Mrs Kanu, said she will inform me on when to resume. Which will either be next week or in two weeks time.

 

After my identification card was given to me I went home.

I decided to start reading cookery books online and watching YouTube which didn’t give me the real practical that I needed because I finished my internet subscription just for one night when I haven’t even gone half of what I needed to know.

 

I subscribed again with 2k hoping this time I will learn all I needed to know.

 

I couldn’t sleep all through the night till the following day.

I downloaded how to prepare continental dish and how to make correct native food I was still downloading when my subscription ended again.

It finished up.

 

5k went down in two nights on only data.

 

Not having money has thought me how to manage things but not like Dammi who will win an overall manager when it comes to managing money and things generally.

I will gladly give her the award. Yes, she deserves it.

 

I watched the video that I downloaded over and over again until the video began to beg for freedom.

 

Even with the whole internet I wasted my money on I wasn’t still satisfied with what I learnt but I understand how to prepare some of the food better than before.

 

After a week, Uzo my friend called me that she delivered a baby girl.

 

Wow, I was really happy for her and Tobi her dear husband.

 

I wanted to go and see her but my pocket couldn’t afford much because I needed to buy somethings for the baby atleast.

But not having money wouldn’t stop me from going over to see her and the baby instead I will promise to come back again with some goodies for her.

 

I went and she was happy to see me.

Her mother was around for omugwo.

Her husband was quiet entertaining just like Chike.

My friends are very lucky to have good men in their lives.

Dammi has Chike, a sweet loving man while Uzo has Tobi, very jovial and quiet entertaining.

My sincere prayers is that I will also end up with a nice man.

Uzo asked me if I will eat one of the local delicacies that her mother prepared, I gladly told her that I will.

even though I didn’t come with anything I won’t miss whatever local delicacies that Uzo’s mother prepared.

 

I also pleaded with her not to be angry that I came empty handed but promise to come again with a gift for her and the baby.

 

She laughed and said.

 

“Keji, your presence is enough for us. I know if you have you will bring lots of present for us. I know you Keji and I totally understand. The last time we chat you mentioned you were searching for job… any luck yet…?

 

I told her about the latest job offer and how I’m deeply troubled because I don’t know how to cook big food and I don’t have money to be throwing into buying of data.

Uzo asked me which food I was finding difficult to prepare.

I mentioned all the foods and she promised to get me a physical cook book.

 

She also said I shouldn’t fail to chat her up whenever I’m confused in the kitchen.

 

It was a great relief and I thanked her for her care and understanding.

 

When I was leaving she gave me 6k for transportation.

I couldn’t accept it. I know I’m in serious need of money but I was meant to give her and not the other way round.

 

Uzo insisted, she mentioned all the monetry and materials gifts that she has received from me back then when I had enough. And giving me 6k was nothing compared to our friendship.

 

I reluctantly took the money and thank her again before leaving.

 

Dammi called to tell me that Chike insisted that she must have bridal shower so she’s inviting me by weekend for the event and other friends will also be around.

She also mentioned that the costume will be 10k. It supposed to be almost 20k but she will be helping us to pay the balance so we only have 10k to pay.

 

I told her straight that I don’t have money so, she should remove my name from the list.

 

She wasn’t happy but at this point I can’t because of Dammi’s bridal shower and starve.

She made it sound like she was doing me a favor with the whole thing.

 

I’m grateful for the money that I got from Uzo, even though she wasn’t supposed to give me money but it will go a long way for me and I promise to make it up to her and the baby.

 

Dammi should do whatever that makes her and Chike happy and leave me alone.

 

I’m worried sick waiting for Mrs Kanu to call me for resumption.

Today is the 4th day of the new month.

My probation was supposed to start last week but I’m still here waiting for their call, wondering if they forgot me or maybe I should go over to their house and remind them.

 

My birthday is in about a week.

Still have no money, job or a man to call mine

 

I began to pray in a way that I understand best because I’m not much of a prayer person.

I asked God if he’s truly the one that made way for this job then he should kindly go and remind them that i was still waiting.

 

Maybe I didn’t pray well, or communicate with the right words to God because after two days nothing was heard.

 

It was on the third day that a message was sent to me to resume the following day.

 

I was very happy that finally I’m starting work.

I don’t know if it was a mere coincidence or God’s hand work

But I still didn’t fail to thank God for hearing and answering my prayers.

 

That night Dammi called again to tell me that God has buttered my bread because Chike paid for the whole bridal shower costume, I should come and take it for free.

 

Did God butter my bread because I will be taking pictures, wearing a nighty with crown flowers and cakes for the bride?

How exactly did her shower add money to my account?

 

As much as I wanted to be there, atleast Chike has paid for the almighty costume that Dammi wanted me to pay 10k. I could have gone to eat free food, take pictures and have fun but baby girl needs to go and make some money. I need to resume my prayer answered job.

 

Every other thing will have to wait which includes Dammi and her shenanigans.

 

I told her that I won’t be able to come because I will be resuming at my new work place.

She thought I was joking but she never knew that I was damn serious.

 

I started my new job and was introduced around

My first day at work was only introduction.

I was introduced to everyone and shown places that I needed to know.

 

It was on the third day that I resumed work in the kitchen.

One of the cooks was friendly except one that they call Ijeoma.

 

She looks at me and in a very annoying way and said something to Stella in her dialect. Stella is the second girl in the kitchen, she is older and smile often. She was also friendly unlike Ijeoma.

 

I wish I understand what they said but it was obvious that Stella cautioned her.

 

“They said you are a good cook?

Ijeoma asked me one evening while we were alone in the kitchen.

 

“Not really but I’m trying…

I replied smiling thinking she wants to be friendly.

 

“There’s nothing like trying here. Is either you can cook or you can’t cook. Tell me how you make your Bolognese spaghetti…

 

This Ijeoma must be sent from the pit of hell to tempt me so that I can fall out of this beautiful Job that I just started.

 

I won’t reply her because I haven’t prepare it before and wouldn’t have ever thought of such until now.

 

“…Why are you wasting time? You don’t know what is Bolognese or you don’t know how to cook…. which one?

 

I smiled inwardly because this Ijeoma doesn’t know me, if she knows what I’m capable of she will leave me the hell alone.

 

She met another silent reply from me and was pissed.

she then said

 

“…is not by fine girl and looking like you don’t visit the toilet o, the main thing is “Ima kwa nri esi? (Do you know how to cook) can you cook because very soon you will be exposed o. Stella gave you practical yesterday to make fried rice and pepper chicken for dinner after you claim that you can cook but you end up cooking rubbish…food without taste. Stella saved you yesterday and she won’t be around to save you always. If you can’t cook this place isn’t for you…

 

If my eyes has bullet I would have shot her down right there.

She continued talking

 

“…. okay, let’s go local. Can you prepare oha soup or bitter leaf soup with ede (cocoyam) and goat meat? Can you do ofe akwu… what of ofe nsala (white soup) with pounded yam? You still don’t know…? Fine girl claiming posh that can’t cook…is only to boil water that you know…

 

Okay now I have had enough of this insults. I know I need this job but ijeoma can’t be my tormentor.

I won’t allow that.

I decided to reply her in my own dialect.

 

“Mo ma se e je ni ojo kan Ijeoma. (I will cook you one day Ijeoma)

 

She looked at me like I have spoken in tongues before saying

 

“O si obu gini na aria ya…onye ofe mmanu ( what is this one’s problem…oily soup eater)

 

I didn’t even understand anything she said but I know it was an insult and it will be childish exchanging words with her in our different dialect. I will be turning 30 years tomorrow so I should learn to ignore somethings, especially trouble makers like Ijeoma.

 

She left the dishes for me to wash and I washed, clean up the kitchen before retiring to my quarters that night.

 

I used to watch Stella cook and i know that Ijeoma can cook too and she is very proud to paint it to my face.

But funny enough I still watch her to learn one or two things despite her insult.

 

No man is an island and this saying applies to Ijeoma who doesn’t know everything and still takes correction from Stella.

 

Ijeoma continue to pest me, she was a pain in my neck.

After a week I got my first pay, I was very happy as I hide it away in my locker.

 

“Hey Kaji…? The boss is asking of you. He’s outside by the pool and asked me to inform you. If you like go and try to seduce him. He’s not even your type so you better hang your clothes where your hand will reach…

 

I turned to her and said.

 

“First, my name is not Kaji…is Keji. Secondly, you know nothing about me. If you go about seducing men… please don’t include me in your list. I have self value. Byee!

 

I cat walk out of her sight. She said something in her dialect but I didn’t care.

 

I got to the pool and saw Philip sitting with a sun shade, a beach designed short and water dripping from his body.

 

I guess he just finished swimming.

 

“How are you finding the job… hope you are adapting well…

 

He asked after I greeted him.

 

I smiled and nodded.

He’s very handsome and nice too although he was my push to getting this job I still won’t mix work with pleasure.

As far as I work here now, Philip has become my boss too.

 

People like Ijeoma will be looking out for my downfall, I will make sure they waits in vain.

 

I’m putting all my efforts into learning.

I can make some food effortlessly all thanks to Stella.

 

“Is something bothering you…are you alright?

 

He asked, concerned.

 

“Yes, I’m fine boss…

 

He began to laugh.

 

“I’m not a boss Keji. I don’t know that you can be this humble… which is actually good. Please address me as Philip. I wanted to ask you if you are getting ready for your friend’s wedding. I’m part of Chike’s groom’s men. The wedding is next weekend… hope you are going?

 

“Yes, I will be there. I will take permission from mummy (we address Mrs Kanu as mummy) and from you of course and if is not approved then I will have to stay back because this job means too much to me and I can’t trade it…

 

He removed his eye glass and said.

 

“True Friendship is priceless Keji. If Chike’s wife is your bossom friend then is very proper, much required for you to be there. Mum will approve and I have already given you a go ahead. We can go together to the wedding…if you don’t mind.

 

I thanked him and told him I will be returning back to work he nooded.

 

As I was going, I thought of looking back at him.

I felt the hair on the back of my head stood, was he looking at me?

What if he was looking at me. Yes, he’s probably looking at me.

I will turn and our eyes will gaze at each other and I will feel the butterflies in my stomach and I will smile at him.

 

That is what all this people in movies do whenever they sees their crush or when their crush is also crushing on them.

 

I quickly turned, hoping for every action that I have already created in my head

 

I frowned immediately I turned to look back at him.

He was back into the water swimming.

 

Is my mindset, he wasn’t even looking at me, he was swimming inside the pool.

 

What a shameful thought.

 

I carried my shame and went back to the kitchen to face Ijeoma my tormentor with her flat nose like “Kaji”.

 

Tbc….
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 11:13pm On Feb 20
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 8.
By the writer of my colourless rainbow

 

 

I got ready very early because he told me that he will be leaving around 7am.

He is one of the groomsmen and didn’t want to arrive late on his friends day.

He was in his car already when i joined him.
I needed to make sure that my makeup is top notch.
As I joined him in no time he looked at me in a very loving way.

We didn’t have much to talk about as he quietly drove on.
He picks his questions carefully and I pick my answers too so that I won’t sound offensive.
He was still my boss after all and can give me a sack letter if I do anything that he doesn’t agrees with.

We finally arrived at the place.
Chike and Dammi lodged in the same hotel but different wings with their friends.

While I went to Join Dammi, Philip went to Chike’s.

Dammi and her girls were almost ready and was about leaving for church.

Her wedding gown, shoes and other accessories were breath taking.
The make up was lovely too on her.

They were fixing her veil when I stepped in and went to sit beside her.
She saw me and quickly said.

“I almost thought you were not coming…if not for one thing I could have said you were jealous of me. How do you explained about missing my bridal shower? Even after I informed you that Chike has paid for it all. You still refused to show up. There could be only one explanation to all of it which I have already summed up in my head. Is very okay to be jealous, not everyone is lucky to end up with a man..a nice one at that. Keji, you missed a whole lot of opportunities with men and now you are bitter and sad. Sometimes we think we can have it all but the truth is we can’t…. Maybe when you stop with the jealousy then maybe better things will start happening…

I wasn’t offended. I smiled and said.

“Today is your day and I’m very happy for you. Enough of my little problem Dammi. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your shower. I wanted to but I just got this job which I already explained to you in our chat and I really can’t trade it. I do want a man like Chike but I’m more after making money and regaining my self worth. Enough of me… today is all about you and you look really pretty by the way…

She smiled and said.

“Yeah, you can say that again. Chike usually say I’m one of the most beautiful lady he has ever come across. But, wait oo so Keji you are working as a house help… you of all people? When I saw your chat and you explained that you have started work and the nature of your job, i was in great doubt. Working as a cook and kitchen assistance is just like another name for a house girl job. I can’t believe in my widest dream that you will stoop so low to accept such a ridiculous job offer. With your class and every thing Keji…? I will have more to ask you after my wedding…

I smiled and said.

” I really do not care about the title of the Job or the description, if is legal and pays well then I’m in. Leave Behind, porsh, class or beauty aside. There’s this inner satisfaction and joy when I’m working for my money and not waiting on any man to do me that favor. Today is about you not me Dammi. Keep the rest of the question for after.

“That’s true, today is about me… don’t come and steal my shine…

I laughed out as she rolled her eyes at me.
Everyone was ready and we all moved to church for the main thing.

Dammi and her girls, her two cousin, a sister and two other upcoming girls.
She didn’t go for big girls. just younger ladies that she won’t have to spend much on.
Dammi wouldn’t want to spend so much on their dress despite that Chike gave her money for everything which includes the bridesmaids dresses.
Dammi must have gotten something cheaper for them and pocket the rest of the money.
I know what she was capable of.

I’m glad she didn’t includes me because she knows my standard.
if it was for her everyone of them would have paid to get into the train.

I sat on the front pew because we’re among the first to arrive church.
From where I sat I can see everything.

I saw Philip. Oh he was really handsome in his suit and tie.
His had a nice haircut, beautiful nose shape, fine chin, well carved bear, a round shape mustache that looks so ordinary yet unique, his eyes shot far right into my heart. His smile was infectious and I can’t help smiling from where I sat.
He looks outstanding among the groomsmen and stands out with his appearance.
Maybe others are also good looking, especially one that has been looking towards my side but I can’t be distracted by any of them.
My eyes was focused on only one man.
I still wish Phil will be my own Chike.

One of the groomsmen was staring at my direction but I don’t want to give him a green light because I’m not even close to being interested.
He’s okay, a fine man too no doubt but please, I don’t want and I refused to look at him so that he won’t be encouraged.

I was not paying much attention to Dammi and Chike as the officiating priest went on with the marriage ritual.
My whole focus was on Philip who did not bothered to look at my end.

I wish he will look at me with the way one of the groomsmen was staring at me with desires in his eyes.

“You may now kiss the bride”

The priest said to the couples. They lock lips and everyone cheered.

I clapped loudly because it has now become official.
my friend Dammi is married.
She has become Mrs Chike.
I left every bitterness and was really happy for her.
Everyone deserves to be happy with the one they love.
Dammi has a lot of shortcomings but she have not had much to smile about until God sent Chike on her way.

She deserves every love and happiness that life offers and I wish her the very best in her matrimonial home.

I’m sincerely happy for her and Chike. He loves her and her shortcomings and that is how it supposed to be.

Let me tell you a story about Dammi.

Dammi used to be in an abusive relationship, she started squatting with her man after her misunderstanding with her elder brother who she supposed to be staying with.

Her ex insults and beat her at the slightest provocation.

I met Dammi in school back then and she was my course mate.

She always wanted to feel among which makes her tags along with me and gum to my side like super glue.

After school was over, we went our separate ways untill she calls me one day to tell me about her ordeal.
She loves this guy and didn’t want to leave him.
I told her to leave her ex before he disfigures her or even kill her.

She complains of not having anywhere to stay if she leaves which is why she continues to suffer in silent.

I told her whenever she makes up her mind my house was open for her.

After a month she was still finding it difficult until the guy brought in another woman and kicked her out.

She was stranded and have to call me.

I took her in and started packaging her, teaching her how to dress and how to makeup.
At a point I hated it because she sometimes gets on my nerves but I swallowed everything up.
I can’t possibly push her into the Street or back to her abusive boyfriend.

She stayed home without a job and I have to foot the bills for more than a year.

She later settled her differences with her brother who she was previously staying with before the disagreement which made her to start staying with her ex but Dammi refused to move back to him.

She stayed with me and i bought things that she uses, cream, soap and even sanitary pad and medicine if she is not feeling too well.
I used to be harsh on her especially when I return from work and she hasn’t clean the house because she was busy watching movies from morning till night.

I dislike her attitude sometimes, I also noticed she is not much of a giver.

I encouraged her to go and look for job but she goes out everyday and return with negatives stories.

I started speaking to friends concerning vacancies and she was later called to resume at a big printing press as secretary.

It was while she was working there she met the abroad guy who sweeps her off her feet.
At first we mistook Chike as one who wants to “chop and clean mouth” unserious type that was after Dammi’s pant but he proved us wrong.

It baffles me that such a big boy will want Dammi.
Even Dammi was shocked when he continued calling her after he traveled back to London.

When he returned he was certain that he wanted Dammi to be his wife and without wasting time, he surprised her with the engagement ring.

Dammi story changed after meeting Chike.
She moved out to her own apartment paid and furnished by Chike.

Ever since she vowed that she will never be poor in her life.
She saves every penny and tighten her fist in giving out unnecessarily.

Today she finally got married to Chike and I’m happy for her and also prayed my own Chike locates me soon.

With the way I was shining back then and having different men in my life, I thought I will be in my husband house before I clock thirty.
But I’m already thirty and there’s no serious man to call mine.
The one I want doesn’t even want me.

I also thought I will get married before Dammi because she was dull, not really beautiful, doesn’t know how to dress and not so flexible.
But her beauty, flexibility and sharpness came out in full the moment she met Chike.
Everything about Dammi changed.

Here is Dammi’s life story and I’m glad I was part of it for good.

It was picture time and we all went to take pictures with the couples.

“Hi, I’m Kunle. I have been watching you and I must confess that you are really beautiful….

It was one of the groom’s guy that was staring at me earlier.

“I’m Morenikeji”

I said and he exclaimed happily.

“Omo Yoruba ni o.(she is even a Yoruba girl) Omo iya mi. (My mother’s child) I almost thought you were sent down from another planet… I’m happy that I found my own missing rib. Should I go straight to the priest and ask him to wed us right away without wasting time because is obvious we are meant for each other…or do we start with a date first and get to know each other more before proceeding to the altar…?

He said smiling and exposing his broken front tooth.
Kunle is good looking, rich, funny, same tribe and speaks same dialect but I still don’t fancy him.

He was talking none stop and I was getting tired.
I looked over at Philip he was taking pictures with Chike.

He was smiling and subconsciously I started smiling too.
Kunle thought it was what he said that is making me smile he began to talk even more loudly.

Philip was done with pictures, he look towards me and our eyes met.
He smiled and started walking towards me.
My heart started beating. I hope Kunle will not spoil this opportunity for me.
I thought of what to say so that he leaves because the main man is coming.

“I have a boyfriend…yes…my boyfriend is com…ming…

I finally said.
Kunle looks back and saw Philip.

“He is your boyfriend…? Mheennn…he is damn Lucky to have you but I will be more lucky if you were mine….

Philip walked up to us and before he could say anything Kunle gave a surprised Philip a handshake before saying

” Guy…so you are the lucky one to my sister’s heart…? Nice one man. make sure you cherish her dearly because I will be watching like a hawk to snatch her away if you leave any space…

I crawled up in my guts and wanted to disappear like thin air

Philip who was still smiling, nooded to what Kunle said. He turned and looked at me with questions in his eyes but I remained still.
He later said to Kunle.

“Thanks man. I will do just that and make sure I leave no room for intruder.

He turned to me and said.

“Bae come let’s take some pictures before heading home except you will like some party jellof rice before we start going home…? Anything you want I’m here for you… let’s go.

He took my hands into his after thanking Kunle again.

I was shocked that Philip was playing along with the whole thing.
He actually took my hand into his warm palm before walking away from Kunle.

I started wishing is all real and not him playing the card that I started just to dismiss Kunle.
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I followed him while thinking of a perfect explaination to give him after.

 

 

Tbc…..
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 5:41am On Feb 25
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 9.
By AMAH’S HEART.

We had a nice time and before I left I went to Dammi to let her know that I was leaving and to congratulate her once again.

Philip was talking with Kwame, one of their Ghanaian friend.
as I was going over to the car to wait for Philip, Kunle came out from nowhere and started walking with me.
He was going over to the parking side like I was.

He asked if he can have my number atleast to call and say hello once in a while since we are both from the same tribe but I refused.
I told him that my boyfriend will not be pleased with such idea.

He persisted and refused to go until I give him the number.
I got to where Philip parked his car and waited.

I have to stand beside the car and wait since I’m not with the key.

“Instead of standing by your boyfriend’s car, come let’s sit together in mine and have a little more chat before he comes. Is not a gentleman like for me to leave you standing here alone…. night is already approaching. And your man could have given you the car key so that you sit inside and wait for him.

I ignored him and began thinking of a way to offend him so that he will leave me alone.

“This your broken front tooth isn’t making you a bit attractive for me. I’m a lover of good dentals and yours isn’t in line at all…

I didn’t mean what I said, Kunle looks good and his front teeth isn’t that bad at all but this dude needs to leave me alone.

I don’t want Philip that I have been fighting hard to get and praying that he finds me appealing, I don’t want him to come back and see me with Kunle talking again.
That may discourage him or makes him wave me aside.

Some men supposed to respect a lady and stop pushing too hard when she says she’s not interested.

After describing his tooh he wasn’t a bit offended, instead he started laughing before saying.

“Please try looking past the broken tooth. I know is not good to behold but I’m glad is not more than this. Let me tell you a story. Growing up I used to like soft drinks, I was around 16-17years when this happened I’m used to it. Is more than fifteen years already. I and my friends then went for a party, we were served a bottle of mineral each. While holding onto our unopened drinks we waited for opener. I love minerals and my patients was already running out while waiting for my drink to be opened. I have used my teeth on several occasions to open bottle drinks in the past so I decided to use my teeth. I discovered it was so tight, I tried harder and that was how my front tooth shattered leaving me with what you see now. Hahahaha! My friends will make jokes with it in the past and I will feel offended but with time I even forgot that I have such. None of my girlfriends in the past complained about it but if you want me to visit the dentist for a refilling I will be glad to do anything for you… my queen.

I saw Philip coming. It was obvious that kunle wasn’t ready to leave.
I quickly called out my number to him.

As he turned to leave Philip was already few feet away.

I watched as he went to his car, a Highlander fine blue Jeep.

Philip apologies for keeping me waiting before getting into the car.
I noticed that kunle didn’t drive off immediately, he waited for us to drive out first.
As Philip started the car and drove out, Kunle horned twice and Philip responded with his own horn.

” He obviously wants you Keji. I totally understand what you acted back there, I don’t know much about Kunle except through Chike but I guess he’s a nice guy…

He said while driving.
“But I want you Phil”
I didn’t say that out loud, only to my self.

Why can’t he understands that I only have eyes for him and nobody else.
Not even Kunle or any other man can make me feel the way Phil makes me feel.
As for Kunle, I don’t care if he is a nice guy, rich, famous or same tribe with me.
the only person that has given me sleepless nights is the man sitting beside me.
Why can’t Philip understand, why can’t he looks at me the way other men does.
With love or lust I don’t care.
He should look at me with desires in his lovely eyes.

Could it be that he is into a serious relationship and well committed to his woman.

“Thanks for your understanding at what happened back there with Kunle. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I apologise for bringing you into my little drama. I’m really glad you took no offense.

He nooded with a smile without looking at me.

He talked about Chike and Dammi’s wedding and how smooth the whole thing went.
He was obviously happy with his friend

“Have ever thought of getting married some day? like are you into any serious relationship that will eventually lead to marriage…

I asked without thinking but quickly apologize for asking him personal question.

… you can choose to ignore that. I… have forgotten that you are still my boss….

He began to laugh and I joined him.

He looked at me while still laughing before returning his focus on the road.

“Yes…I was into a relationship but she went for her master degree abroad and our communication and bonding began to die off gradually. Most times I call she is either too tired, reading, rushing out or busy with one thing or the other. And I also have my own business to run and when she calls I’m either in the middle of work which I will promise to call back but if I calls back she gives me this discouraging tone. I guess she needed time for herself and I’m giving her all the time she needs…

I don’t know if I should be happy because he’s half single or whole single or worried because is obvious he loves this girl.

“I’m sorry about that…

I said and I meant it.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Keji. I’m totally fine. My Dad usually say to me that whatever is not meant to be….heaven won’t approve it no matter how humanly possible we try but whatever is meant to be will eventually happen…

I nooded in agreement.

I was expecting him to ask if I’m also in a relationship so that I can shout “very very single and searching”
But he didn’t ask and I didn’t bother telling him. That may appear too forward.

We arrived home and I thanked him for the ride before going over to my quarters.
When I turned back to look at him he was already walking into the main building without bothering to look at me.

As I lay in bed that night, I was almost giving up trying to make Philip notice how much I want to be in his life.

A call from a strange number interrupted my thoughts.
I angrily answered.

“Hello my Queen… Keji, this is Kunle… I’m just calling to know if you arrived home safe. Hope you are good…

I almost ended the call but I have been very rude to him and felt bad for making a harsh statement with his broken tooth which he still didn’t mind.

“I’m fine Kunle, how about you… did you arrive safe?

He gladly said he did.
He wanted to continue chatting over the phone but I told him that i wanted to sleep. I quickly ended the call.

I resumed work the following day.
I was a bit moody and tries to avoid Ijeoma at all cost.

I did whatever they asked of me and retired to my quarters immediately I finish for the day.

I try to avoid running into Philip, maybe if I stop seeing him I will be able to forget him.

For days I was cold towards everyone.

“I’m already thirty, I dreaded it so much but here I was. “Thirty and very single”

Dammi is married, Uzo is also married with a baby girl.
My Friends are all ahead, happily married and living their best life while I’m still trying to figure out my life.

I may appear hard and difficult physically but I also deserves a cuddle, a love note and nice date with the man I truly loves.

Kunle continued calling, he send in several chats of how he can’t stop thinking about me.
He said he knows that I’m in a relationship but still wanted me to know how he feels about me right from the first time he set his eyes on me.

All I did was to say “thank you” for the long epistle on how he loves me and will want to see me again.

He wasn’t discouraged as he continued pestering my life.

Philip has a visitor one evening, he sat with the lady by the pool side.

Ijeoma gave me food with drink to go and serve them.
I almost said “NO” but I remembered how much i needed this job.

I took the tray of fruit salad, grilled turkey in salmon sauce and smoothy to them.

The girl was laughing at whatever Philip said. She tapped his hand in the process of laughing and I almost dropped the tray on her head.

“Why is she stylishly touching his hand?

I said to myself before dropping the tray on the table.

They were still talking when I dropped the tray, I felt unnoticed.

I looked at Phil, he was talking while looking from the pool to the lady opposite him.
While the lady was staring at him all over with her full attention.

I started moving away she called me back.
“Get me a chilled bottle water…

I looked at her with anger forming on my chest.
She couldn’t even add “please”

Philip turned as I was about walking away and said.

“Keji please bring chilled water for my friend…Lola.

I nooded with a smile as I walked away.
I love the way he mentioned my name and said the whole thing.
Very pleasing to my hearing.

“Lola” so she is also Yoruba? Very disrespectful lady.
If she is this close to Philip which means Phil isn’t tribalistic or racists.

I later brought the water but “Aunty” Lola complains that it wasn’t cold enough.

“Sho gbo Yoruba? (Hope you understand Yoruba) Ko tutu rara” (is not cold at all)

She asked me to go and bring another, I went and brought another water.
Lola complained again that is too cold, more than the one I brought before.

Philip didn’t say anything, I walked away and retuned with another that is not so cold.

“, This one is not really cold. Since your name is Keji I guess you are Yoruba, I came down to your level and communicated in Yoruba because not everyone understands my British tongue… yet you didn’t grab. I meant something that is neither lukewarm or cold. Something a little bit more than room temperature. Hmmm…i guess you don’t understand my British accent. Most househelps finds it difficult to understand and communicate in good English but, no problem… let me manage the water like that…

I wanted to reply her but I thought of my job.
If not how important this Job is to me, I would have put Lola in her place.

Philip replied her.

“Keji is not a maid Lola…she is a full learned staff here.

She waved her hand to the air and replied Phil with

“Whatever”

I walked away and rounded up for the day before retiring to my quarters.

Kunle called again and with that vexation on my chest I decided to speak with Kunle calmly and even laughed at his dry jokes.
He asked if he can come and and take me out and I agreed, I told him by weekend.

I can’t come and kill myself over Philip although I still wants him very much but he obviously doesn’t want me.

Let me leave him with his so called fake British accent Lola with her ugly looking wig and fat lips like fifty naira ponmo (cow skin)her bad attitude stink like iru (locust beans). Nonsense!

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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 2:13pm On Feb 26
MORENIKEJI
Episode 10
By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

“I got this one when I traveled to USA for two hundred dollars, when you change such huge amount to our local currency here…is a huge amount of money. Our Naira doesn’t have much value which is why I love dealing in hard currency. As a young man I have everything I need and can still have whatever I want…be it items, human services or anything at all. Tell me what you want my Queen and it will be yours… this is my crib, isn’t it lovely…

I smiled and nodded.

His bragging nature was already getting on my nerves.
I can’t just deal with such a proud person.
Ever since I stepped into his house all he talks about is his properties, wealth and achievement.
This was the first time I was coming to his house.
With no doubt his house is lovely.
We had gone for a date twice, two different occasions in one of the most beautiful places that I have ever been to.

Kunle wanted to show me that he’s indeed a big boy by taking me to one of the most sort after places for big boys.



I was enjoying myself but I can’t swallow the fact that kunle brags alot.



Two weeks ago was Phil’s father’s birthday party, I was too busy and didn’t have time to see Kunle.
I promised him that I will come last week but I visited Uzo, her husband had car
accident and was in the hospital.

It was a difficult moment for Uzo my friend and I was glad to help in my own little way.
I called severally after then to check up on Uzo and she told me that her husband has been discharged and gradually bouncing back.

Kunle had asked me to come over to his crib and even sent money for transport which was huge.

I’m having fun but mostly trying to forget about Philip.
He is hardly around and doesn’t even notice me even when he is home.
I really tried shooting my shot many times but I’m always missing the target.

No matter how much I try to get him to see me he has never shown interest.

This few period that I have been hanging out with Kunle, atleast I have something to distract me from thinking of Philip.



The first day was okay, I drank moderately, eat and watch other people dance.
Kunle wanted us to dance but I wasn’t in the mood.
After one or two hours I told him I was leaving, he asked if he could drop me off with his car but I don’t want him to know where I stay.
I’m a worker in Philip’s house and I can’t entertain male friends.

Kunle may want to show up unexpectedly if he knows where I live and I lied to him that Philip is still my boyfriend and I’m only hanging out because he is not in town at the moment.
I took Uber home which Kunle gave me some money.

He asked me to hangout with him the following weekend and I obliged.
We hanged out and it was while hanging out he mentioned about me coming to visit him.
Kunle never stopped talking about the kind of important people he hangs out with.
His cars and how much he used in furnishing his house.
He filled my ears with all manners of information that I never asked for.



He probably thought that the way to every woman’s heart is money and all the things he was mentioning.

Yes, they are good things of life but I’m still not interested.

Things like this could have interest me in the past. I could have settle with him immediately but that would have been possible if I haven’t met Philip who is a perfect prince charming.

My mindset and attitude towards things changed drastically after meeting Philip.

I wanted a man like Chike, a well to do man, handsome and ready to take care of my excessive needs.
My desires were based on selfishness.
I was jealous and angry that Dammi of all people has the best of Life.
Money and a wealthy guy and she shuff me aside like a piece of trash, as if I don’t really exist.
Because she was no longer in my class of “poor people”.

I was going to get a man by all means and a well to do man not chewing gum boys.
It was this push that drove me go to the lounge where I met Philip through Chike.

I got drunk and lost my manners but Philip was still kind enough and took me to his house without dumping my wide mouth mannerless self in the street.

He was humble, down to earth despite how wealthy he was and also his parents.

That is why this saying “never judge a book by it’s cover” is very important.

I judged Philip wrongly and never for once did he brag or condemn me.

When I realized how important he was and still very humble i began trading self.

My orientation changed after then and I fell over hell for him.

Philip is a man like no other.
he stands out in the means of his friends.
Very handsome, homely, well brought up, humble, polite and accomodating.

He made me understand that men can also be very humble.
Camouflage that none will ever know that they have a penny to their names.



For the first time in many months I began to pray to God for a different thing. Not out of selfish but with all sincerity.
My prayer points changed totally.



Philip humbled my personality and without knowing made me a better person.

He came from a godly home, I usually hear them singing and praying upstairs during morning devotions.
Such act inspires me… alot.

His mother is the prayer warrior, his father is both a singer and a leader.

The man is hardly seen because he is either in his library studying or out of the house.

Philip is obviously in charge of his father’s companies and properties.

I only got to see Mr Kanu clearly during his birthday party that his family threw for him.
Philip has two sisters. One elder one younger.
The younger one was studying abroad and couldn’t come home.
But I got to see Philip’s elder sister Who was married with two kids and live with her husband abroad.

They traveled back to their base after few days.

Everyone of them is very humble despite how wealthy they are.

Looking at Kunle pointing out his worth to my face makes me want to poke.

Life has humbled me greatly through the help of Phil.
when I see people glowing in pride i shake my head pathetically for them.

Kunle probably thought he has all my attention with everything he has shown me but he doesn’t know that I’m not a bit move.
Going on a date twice and visiting him in his house was because the main man I wanted does not want me.
If Philip has given me a little green light I would have bank on that.

But he does even know if I exist except when he needs my attention over something.

Yes, Kunle maybe wealthy, good looking to some extent and entertaining but he is arrogant and proud. his pride stinks so bad.

“…See this too my queen, this chandelier cost me a fortune… but isn’t it beautiful…

I nodded without a word again.
All I did to everything he said was to smile and nod.

“… you are beautiful Keji. You are just my spec. I have had different women in the past, both white…I mean foreign sweet ladies and black sexy ladies, I must tell you that they enjoyed every bit of me. I promise you that you will enjoy me even more…I will spoil you Keji with so many good things. You will be traveling out as if you are visiting your backyard. I have the money and I will take care of you than your boyfriend ever did. That your boyfriend is too dull, he is not a happening guy at all. You need somebody in your life that will sample you to the world… somebody that will spoil you with all the good things of life. That guy you are dating is going to choke you with his “theory” and Mama’s boy nature. I don’t believe in such trash. I’m a free man and live my life to the fullest…I take care of my women too. Take a long look at me and my house. Poverty is a bastard and I will never be poor in my life. I came from a middle class home and I swear under my armpit that I will make it in life and I did. My family both parents and siblings disturbs me alot about money. They always want me to be sending money to them everytime but I’m not out for that. Is my money and I chose to do whatever I want to do with it… nobody tells me how to spend my money. I spend on my women, the ladies that gives me pleasure and flocks around me like flies. I select my women carefully…I don’t go for any how lady. That is why when I saw you at that wedding, I knew you will be mine. I wanted you right from the moment I set my eyes on you. having you fully is just a question of time. Is very rare…very hard for me to come across a lady that turns me down. You mentioned about my broken tooth, and I told you that my past girlfriends never cared or mind even if I have teeth at all because they were all taken care off. I was even surprised you mentioned it which I know is your way of telling me to leave you alone because your boyfriend was around. Most of my women are even attracted to me because of my broken tooth… hahahaha… you will be surprised… hahahahaha…

He began to laugh with his full mouth.

I rolled my eyes at all the boring tale that he was feeding my ears with.
He was stingy to his family but spend on outsiders especially on women.

Very nonsense talk that is not even funny.

Kunle and Dammi are just alike. Two stingy people.
One is excessively stingy even to her own friends while the other is stingy to his own family but lavish money around just to impress other people.
They are both preachers of “poverty is a bastard…I will never be poor in my life”.
Same set of people.

Kunle has filled my ear with too much talk already that I really want to be going.



I told him that his house is super nice and he is a great entertainer exactly my kinda man and I’m glad we finally met.



He laughed so loud as the sweet talk got to his brain.

I know his type and I have dated men like him in the past.
So I gave him enough praises with full smile plastered on my face.
But after the showers of praise I stood with my bag to announce that I will be leaving.
His face changed.

“…Baby… you can’t leave like that. Are you hungry… I can order for more fast food or do you want me to cook? I’m actually a great cook… many of my girlfriends can attest to that. What is your favorite, I will make it for you….

He moved closer to me, took my hands into his and kissed it.
I withdraw my hand immediately

“Thanks Kunle, I still have unfinished food… that you ordered. Although I will love to taste your cooking but that will be next time, I’m filled up already.

He smiled stupidly as he came to stand behind me, caressed my neck and down to my arm.
I felt something stroking me from behind and I knew exactly what it was.
His tiny manhood. This Kunle is mentally deluded.
So because of the little money he spent, brought me to his house and showed me all the beautiful things that can entice a lady, with all of this things he thinks he can get me to his bed.

“Guy shift back… what sort of disgusting thing is this that you think you are doing?

I pushed him away and faced him angrily.

“Baby, Why are you acting like a child? I know you also likes me…I love you too much already. Only your beauty alone can sweep any man off his feet. With all this your fine look I also want to know if you taste sweet. Not only in looks but also below…in bedroom likewise. you know what I mean right?

I gave a heavy sigh, shakes my head and started walking towards the door.

He rushed to block the door.

“Keji… Baby look at me, you can’t possibly leave me like this na. What do you want… mention it and it will be yours just please don’t leave.

“Kunle Ori e ti daru (you are mad)… very very mad. Look at me very well.. se mojo aridin ni ojure( do I look stupid to you) I’m not all those your materialistic girlfriends that falls cheaply into your bed after washing their head with how much you have and how you can buy the whole world with everyone in it…

I was getting irritated and angry at every passing minutes.

“I mabinu.. Keji. (Don’t be angry Keji)

“Mi binu oo( I’m not angry) I just want to go home. Se le ku…( Open the door)

I retorted back.

“You are angry… you need to calm down Keji. I really love you and ready to do anything for you. Anything at all… please, give me a chance.

I was quiet and he continued.

“…. I’m sorry I went overboard with what I feel for you. I don’t beg women because I can always get them but I’m begging you because you are special to me. I will make other ladies envious of you. You are my Sunshine and everything you see in here can be yours if you become fully mine…

I need to really calm down so that I can leave here in time.

” Kosi wahala, (no problem) I have heard what you said Kunle. Atleast let me think it through…I need to think about it first. I hate to rush things… please don’t rush me. Eventually, I will still be yours but I need time to think about it. I will give you a call tomorrow. Let me go home first…is already getting late. Thanks for everything…I almost overreacted…but I’m begining to get your point clearly….

“Yes, now you are talking. I meant no harm Keji. I just needed some body like you in my life. I’m happy that you understand me finally…

He said smiling and bent over to kiss me but I showed him my cheeks instead.

He opened the door and walked me to the gate with another ward of cash which I turned down surprised at myself.

I will never say no to a gift especially cash…a big amount coming from one of the big boys.
But I told him to keep it for next time. I have enough and don’t need it.

He persuaded but I pat his cheek gently with a smile and told him to keep it.

I shock myself with such actions.
Infact this days I keep surprising myself in a strange way.

I needed money.
I sent fifty thousand to Uzo last week after her husband hospital bills continued rising. She didn’t ask for money but I can feel her pain when she spoke of how hospital bills was eaten deeply into their pockets

“Tobiloba needs a correction surgery and that alone cost a fortune Keji. My daughter is still little and can’t be fatherless. The car is in a wreck, the bills continued to rise everyday. Please include us in your prayers…we need a miracle at this stage.

Uzo said in anguish. I knew I needed to do something. I was owning Dammi but hers can wait.

I sent fifty thousand to Uzo and she was very happy.
She cried like a baby over the phone.

Tobi, Uzo’s husband was discharged after two weeks and she called to let me know.

I obviously needed money but not the kind Kunle was offering.
Money to entice me into his bed and by tomorrow he will claim he spent so much on me.

Kunle is very manipulative, I knew he won’t let me leave which is why I applied wisdom.
He is very disgusting to even think I will fall for his sweet tongue.

My foolish self could have fallen. the foolish me before I met Philip could have decided to date Kunle for fun and for money but not again, gonna those years. The foolish me before I clock thirty is no more. Meeting Philip change everything and I feel so very proud of myself with some of the things I thought I can’t do or tolerate and surprisingly doing it and even more.

I went home. It was almost 8pm when I arrived home.

As I was getting into the gate Philip was equally driving in.
Not with his usual car, more like a sport car and he was on face cap too.

The security guard opened the gate and he drove in. When he saw me he horned twice and I waved at him as he drove past me towards his garage.

I can’t stay outside till 10pm, that was among the house rules which applies to all staffs.

I’m happy that I didn’t stay more than the usual or get into any trouble.

I was going to my quarter when i heard my name.

I turned and saw Philip.

“Good evening boss”

I greeted. He was very handsome in his track suit, face cap and sneakers.
Hope I didn’t do anything wrong this one he is approaching me

“Good evening Keji. I have always told you to address me as Philip… please, no more boss.

I smiled and said.

“Alright Philip. I’m just used to it just like other staffs.

“How was your day? And hope it was super cool like mine…

He ask while smiling.
I laughed shyly like a virgin girl.
I felt very happy that Philip was actually asking me how my day went unlike him

“Yes, my day was great. You went for a run or some sports…?

“I’m glad your day went well. Yeah… I actually had all evening golf at my dad’s fun club… with few elderly friends. It was fun though. My Dad is still there with his friends. His driver will bring him home whenever he’s ready. He talked me into playing with his friends and those old folks are full of life… hahahaha…

He laughed, and the sound was like a Melody to my soul. He felt alive and was very happy.

I even began to laugh too. I wanted him to keep talking and so I began to press him further so that he can continue talking about his day.
But Philip is one hell of an unpredictable person.

“I will leave you to go and refresh. good night Keji.

“, Goodnight Philip”

He turned and started walking away. I didn’t move an inch as I stood watching him.
I wondered why I was standing and watching his back as he walked away. I knew he won’t turn back because he has never turned to look at me before.
So I confidently stood watching him.

Suddenly he turned, yes…he actually turned.
He turned back to look at me and I was still standing at the same spot.
He paused and shouted from where he stood.

“Is everything alright… Keji?

“Yes, i…I was picking my door key that fell on the ground…

I lied just to cover up my reasons of standing at the same spot and staring at him.
He waved and I waved back.

I quickly brought out my key from my hand bag, rushed and opened the door before going in.

I was just happy for unknown reason.

Kunle almost spoilt my day but Philip just refresh it with his sweet presence.

I will sleep well tonight.

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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Calenikan(m): 2:47am On Feb 27
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 8:23pm On Mar 05
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 11.
By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

I stirred the food continuesly but it was not turning out the way I was taught.

Something must be missing out.
I have added all the required ingredients but still it was still very watery and light.

What I’m I really missing out?



I have watched Stella prepare it more than twice.
Ijeoma handed the cooking over to me today.
She said I have to be the one to make lunch for the entire house.

Stella endorsed it and I smile so well when I saw what was on the food menu.
This afternoon is going to be the best because I’m fully in charge.

“Don’t cook rubbish o… this one you are acting like you knows how to cook. Madam and her husband will be having lunch, their son inclusive…. that’s the boss himself. Stella won’t be able to remedy it if you cook rubbish. You have been here for more than four months, you supposed to know how to cook perfectly. I’m only warning you ahead of time so that you don’t disgrace yourself and your entire village people today.

Ijeoma said to me that afternoon.

“You worry about me too much. I guess is time to start focusing on yourself more. You are afraid of me cooking rubbish…not to worry, even madam and her entire household will be pleased. You will hear of all the good that they will say about me. Just watch and see Ijeoma.

She clapped her hand together in mocking way but I didn’t pay attention to her.

After she left I began my cooking with so much assurance on myself.
I felt good because I know I was not going to mess up.
I was certain at first that my food will turn out delicious and Ijeoma will bury her head in shame
Not untill I realized instead of turning out fine the soup was very watery and not good to look at.
I can’t run my mouth at Ijeoma and still mess up.
She will ridicule me before dragging me to the mud.

I tasted it again, trying to figure out what was missing but I still can’t tell.

“No… this isn’t happening. I can’t mess up this food. everyone is looking out for lunch…I can’t give story and end up disgracing myself….



I muttered within myself as I continued pacing up and down.

Why is the food still watery… Why is it tasting like this? Why… why…



Questions flooded my head that I can’t answer.

I was in a state of dilemma.

Is almost time for lunch and I’m still trying to figure out what exactly I was cooking.

I’m in a serious deep trouble. I may even get suspended or sacked if my employers finds out that a simple local delicacy as oha soup I can’t prepare it.

Oha soup maybe simple but is one of the most difficult food to prepare.

Ijeoma does it well and it tastes great.
Stella knows how to prepare everything.

I thought making it won’t be an issue because I have seen how it’s been done severally.
Is one of the delicacy that Mrs Kanu enjoys with her husband.

I can’t possibly make a mistake. No, I can’t.

I tip toed to the door to check if I can get any sort of help before Ijeoma will comes into the kitchen but I got none.

I left my phone at my quarters, I could have used it to search the internet maybe I will get the soup right.
Now, I’m left with nothing except a pot of watery disaster.

I said a prayer to God for help but I wasn’t even concentrating on it. My mind was distracted but I just needed to do something quick before it becomes late.

Not this time that Phil was begining to show likeness in me. he was moving close unlike before. I can’t come and mess up now and make him dislike me.

“Oh God help me…. I’m in serious deep shit…

The water has refused to dry, even if is a little. probably it will thicken that way but
No matter what I do there was no improvement.

“Hey Keji…

A voice startled me from behind. I quickly turned and it was Phil coming into the kitchen and walking up to me.

I quickly flashed him a smile before covering the cooking pot and standing in front of it so that he won’t see the disaster that I was making.



“… you are in charge of lunch today? That’s great. What are you making…



He said still moving close. I stood overshadowing the cooking pot.

“Mmm! Oha soup…

“Oh, interesting. Are you almost done or you need help…

“Yes, almost through… with the soup…

I said shakily
He smiled as he came to stand beside me. His warm skin touched mine unknowingly and sent shiver down my spine

“Can I have a taste… please?

He sounded like a child begging for a biscuit with a very cute smile on his face.

How can I even give him a taste of the rubbish I’m cooking?
How do I even come out of this?

Even after putting all the ingredients, it was still looking like a river scattered with oha leaves, stock fish, meat and other things each in a different part of the boiling pot.

“…Is there a problem? Or you don’t want me to be the first to taste the food…

He said again and chuckled.

“Uhmmm! Phil I want you to be the first to taste my cooking but I haven’t added all the ingredients yet…I need to add more seasoning cubes and salt… also crayfish too…

That’s the only lie I could come up with. I wish he can be gone already.

“Okay…no problem Keji. Open the pot let me see the face of the soup. How it looks will determine how it will taste…

I thought of a lie but it wasn’t fort coming. I need to do something so that he can leave the kitchen and allow me strategies on what exactly to do.

I opened my mouth but shut it again.

“…Is there a problem?
he asked concerned.

I admitted with a nod.
His face changed into a frown. I felt at that moment that I can trust him and he will keep my little secret within ourselves

I don’t know what gave me such guts maybe I was just tired of lying to cover up my shit.
I opened the pot of boiling disaster with my eyes closed and he suddenly burst out laughing.

I looked at him and he was really trying to control his laughter.

“…I.. I’m sorry but I.. can’t help it. I’m not laughing at your soup but at the way you closed eyes when you opened the pot…

I wish I can laugh too but my heart was racing. His reaction was relieving but how do I remedy this.

Philip took the spoon and stir the soup. He later dropped it before removing it from the cooker.

“I’m really sorry Phil. I thought I got this but it turned out to be a mess. I don’t know what to do… I’m very ashamed of myself. Even if you understand but others who are waiting for lunch won’t. I’m really confused because I added all the required ingredients it still didn’t make sense. I’m sorry Philip…I really messed up today’s lunch… and I don’t know what to do…

I continued apologizing to Philip who seems like he doesn’t mind.



“Is fine Keji. Things like this happens sometimes…is not your fault. Is not your common tribal local delicacy that you are already used to. Growing up…I usually watch either my mom or our cook back then prepare this soup. I’m not a great chef but I know together with you this soup will turn out great.

I nodded. But if anybody walks into the kitchen and see him cooking that may not go down well with his parents or the entire house.
That was why we are employed as cooks.

It was as if he understood my fear when he later said

“…There’s nothing to be afraid of Keji. I got you covered in this one. I will tell anybody that walks in that you are teaching me how to prepare oha soup…but that’s only if the explanation is necessary…

We started all over. I have to remove the meat and some of the stock fish that was used in my watery soup.
I poured the remaining things away and washed off any sign that will link me to it.

I followed every of his instructions and it was fun working with him.

“The mistake you made in the first soup was that you added too much water and you didn’t add the soup thickener. You can either use cocoyam or the other powder ones that help in thickening soups like this. Next time don’t add too much seasoning cubes. We’re lucky to still have fresh oha leave in the fridge…

I was just nodding to everything he was saying like an agama lizard.

Ijeoma came into the kitchen and I was just about adding the oha leaf which was the last part of the soup preparation.

Philip stepped away as Ijeoma entered and folded his hand in akimbo style as if he was just watching while I do the cooking.

Ijeoma greeted him and did not hide her surprised face when she saw Philip in the kitchen.

“Keji, can I have a taste of your cooking now before I leave…

He said it to Ijeoma’s hearing. I know he didn’t want Ijeoma to find out that he was actually the one teaching me how to cook the meal.
He stretched out his hand and asked me to put some in his palm and I quickly did.

He tasted it with a nod.

“You did so well Keji. I know how difficult our Iocal soup can be but you nailed it. Thank you for putting me through on how to prepare it. next time Ijeoma will include me in the list of cooks…

Ijeoma started laughing so loud as if someone was stroking her armpit.

She probably enjoyed the way Philip mentioned her name.

…. Keji, give Ijeoma some to taste so that she can also confirm of what I said.

I did as she also stretched her palm towards me.

Philip looked at her and asked.
“So…what do you think Ijeoma? Keji nailed it right…?

“Uhmmm! Well sir…she tried. I wouldn’t say she nailed it though because I’m more of a great cook than her. to be frank it’s not so delicious, she used Yoruba style in making it instead of the normal igbo way… anyway, I’m surprised that the soup turned out good though..

Philip washed off his hand and turned to leave.

“In the next thirty minutes I will be on the dining room with Mom waiting…

He massaged his two palm together, winked at me before turning to leave.



A loud laughter from deep within erupted through my mouth as he walked away.

“I came to inform you that is lunch time already. This simple soup took you almost three hours to prepare… well, I can see who kept you in the kitchen for so long. The boss is probably hungry and which was why he came to the kitchen. Instead of you to hurry up so that he can have lunch you decide to engage him in your boring conversation. Even though the soup is not all that delicious but atleast is manageable. Everyone will just manage it like that. My oha soup beats every other person’s… even Stella’s confirmed it. You are just a baby compared to my cooking… anyway, take plates out and start dishing out food, is almost past time. Don’t allow the boss’s praise or his close presence to gets into your head o! You are still not his type and neither from his tribe. Let me warn you before you gets your hopes up. Move out of the way let me pass….mtcheeeeeewwee….!

She sighed heavily as she walked pass me and still didn’t stop talking.

I was too excited and didn’t reply her or even pay attention to her.

That was how Philip saved my ass from being whooped.
He just showed up that day and helped my troubled soul.

What could i have done if he didn’t show up that day.

We get to laugh over it after few days when he invited me to sit with him by the pool side during the weekend.

He asked if I was seeing somebody, like in a relationship. that was the third time he was asking me that within two weeks and I still told him that I’m very very single.

“Why…. ? I’m surprised that you are single..
Maybe because I picture you differently Keji…

He said while looking from my eyes to my lips.
My heart skipped as I imagined him kissing me for the very first time.

I’m so much into Philip that even my body language speaks loudly of it.

Is very difficult for me to hide my feeling whenever we are close to each other.

I guess he knows it too but seem to be acting all cool.
He is very careful in other not to make mistake.
Philip is an articulated kind of person.
I replied him with a smile

“Seeing me differently still doesn’t change the fact that I’m still single Phil. I decided not to rush into a relationship like I used to do. I want something serious with somebody my heart yawns for… a very unique man whom I always want to call mine. I’m single because I want to be not because there’s no man in town who wants me. I want something different from what I used to have…

He smiled and decided not to ask me further questions.
I noticed the juice jug was running out before excusing myself to refill.

When I turned to look back at him he was looking at me and this was like the fourth time I have caught him looking at me from behind.

I flashed him a smile and he smiled back.

As I stepped away to get more juice in a jug my phone started ringing.

I didn’t know until when I returned and he was holding it.

“Kunle have been calling you…and he left a message which shows on your screen.

My heart skipped a little because new messages usually pops up on my phone screen whenever my phone is locked.

I poured more drink into his cup after dropping my phone back to the table without bothering to look at what Kunle sent.

“Are you two seeing each other? I mean Kunle…

“Mmmm! Yes…I went out with him like three times but there’s nothing serious is going on.

He was quiet as he looked at me.

“You hanged out in a bar? Hope you didn’t get drunk Keji? Or you visited his place…I don’t know why I’m not comfortable with the way you made hanging out with Kunle appear…but I guess my major concern is you getting drunk …and somebody taking advantage of you…

I rubbed my two sweating palm together and said.

“I didn’t get drunk Phil. The last time I got drunk was the evening I met you. Ever since then I have become more discipline than ever. I’m no more the arrogant, worldly Keji. I still have a little bit of every thing….crazy inclusive but my better side wins over the other part of me. I hanged out with Kunle in a bar…a very big executive bar and I also visited his place but nothing serious happened… neither did I drink out of proportion…

I said trying to sound convincing.

He took a sip from his juice cup before setting it down.

“Okay. You initially made it looks like you don’t like Kunle. I was even trying to convince you about him but you appear uninterested. I really don’t know Kunle but looking at him that day he was out for fun and had that desirable looks for you but you seem like he wasn’t your kinda man. What made you to suddenly reconsider him…?

As I opened my mouth to speak, his phone began to ring.
He answered the call and it was his mother who wanted him to drive down to somewhere and pick up something for her.

He stood and said we will continue our discussion next time.

I just felt it in my guts that Philip was slipping off again from me.

I looked at the message from Kunle.

“Baby I have been calling. I really missed you my love. Please, try let’s see, either at my place or at the big boys joint. I miss your pretty face Keji, your smile and your soft skin… Love you XOXOXO…!

This Kunle chose to send this kind of message at a very wrong time.
Why now that I’m with Philip who was showing interest in me already.

Something I have waited so long for and it was finally happening Kunle just want to destroy it with his senseless message.

I don’t know why he has refused to heed to the fact that I don’t want him.

I hope Philip won’t take anything about Kunle personal.

Three days later Philip still haven’t invited me to sit with him in the evening like he used to.

I was patient and waited for a week even two weeks but nothing.

He was hardly around and whenever he is he remains upstairs in his room.

I was looking for opportunity to see him but none came.

Untill one evening we were informed to make room and prepare a nice continental dish because Philip will be having visitor.

I saw when he left that weekend to the airport to pick his visitor.

I heard Ijeoma saying to my hearing that is his fiancee who went for her masters abroad.
They said her name was Amara.

Even Mrs Kanu seems happy as the visitor arrived.
I saw the skinny tall and beautiful girl hugged Mrs Kanu so tight.

They all seem happy even Philip was smiling.

She put a hand to Phil’s waist, kissed his cheeks again for the second time.
I guess she whispered how much she has missed him to his ear.

Two of the house staffs came to carry her luggage inside.

I gasped out in defeat. There was nothing left for me to do.
Philip and his woman are back and I guess their next agenda will be wedding.

At work the following day, Stella noticed my sad demeanor and asked if I was alright.
Ijeoma without waiting for me to reply said.

“She thought the boss will fall for her charms but his God is alive. his wife to be, our very own daughter of the soil and beauty to behold is back with a master degree. She even speaks like a foreigner and the boss can’t take his eyes away from her. Unfortunately, our very own sister ofe mmanu here can’t take the heart break…. hahahaha. She thought is by making oha soup or other of her concortion… or looking beautiful, she didn’t know there more to a man’s heart. Keji is suffering from heart breakage. Stella she will be alright…

Stella didn’t pay attention to what Ijeoma was saying.
She walked up to me and asked if I was alright and I told her that I’m very fine.
I even smiled to prove it but deep within Ijeoma was right.
Even though her English sound stupid but I’m seriously suffering from heart “breakage”

I’m just trying to be fine and move on.
I will still not consider Kunle even though I needed distraction right now.
Is probably because of the call and message Phil saw made him kept me at a distance.
I told him the truth without mincing word.



I really don’t know how to deal with Philip and his woman who suddenly appear when Philip was giving me a green light.

The worst was when Ijeoma asked me after two days to take drink to Philip and his Amara by the pool side where they were swimming together.

 

 

Tbc…
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 12:35pm On Mar 07
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 12.
By AMAH’S HEART.


I told Ijeoma outrightly that I wasn’t going to go and serve them drink by the pool side.

She turned and looked at me like I just spoke Latin.
I decided to repeat myself.

“…I guess you didn’t understand what I just said. I’m not taking the drink to the pool again today. Find another way to humiliate me because I’m not going.



She laughed out sarcastically.

“I guess you are also tired of this job? You can aswell go to your quarters, pack all your baggages and leave. your presence is no longer needed here Keji since you can’t do simple task that your superior asked of you. Then be gone…byeee…

“Superior nonsense….” I said laughing out my frustrations.

“…madam superior you don’t have any right whatsoever to say those things you just said. You are not my employer and we’re all staffs here. Because you are an older staff does not give you any edge over me or right to treat me like I fall from ape planet. Find another person to take the drink to them today or go by yourself… you are not handicapped. Leave me the hell alone Ijeoma and if you can’t stand my guts then take the matter to whoever you wish to. I’m sick and tired of your wide mouth and dirty attitude towards me…

I dumped my apron and cap on the kitchen table and stood.
she came to stand in front of me like she was ready for a fight.

“Is quiet clear that you are tired of this job. You are actually very stupid, So because of a man that can never be yours, a man higher than your class, a man who is your boss, a man even finner than you, a man with a high taste you want to quit your job. You disobeying my orders means this job no longer means anything to you. Your obsession for the boss wants to drive you crazy to the extent of making you misbehave? You really want to start dragging a man with the main Queen herself, our very own Amy…Amarachi the real daughter of the soil our small madam. You are as foolish as your name sound. For the last time, take this drink to them or watch me go and report you to madam?

I stood without moving or even bothering to reply her.

… fine. I take your silent as a disobedience to the job you signed up for. No long talk, just go and start packing your bag…

She was talking and walking out of the big kitchen when Stella stepped in and asked her what was the problem again.

She started narrating to Stella how I refused to take drink to the boss and his woman because I’m jealous and she was going to madam to report me for such unprofessional behavior.



Stella asked her not to go that she will take the drink instead to them.



She wanted to start arguing with Stella not to do it instead to allow me carry out the task but Stella insisted.

“Two of you should learn how to work together. Enough of all this unnecessary fight every time. Keji, we don’t mix work with pleasure, you have to leave emotions aside and carry out your given task very well. But is okay if you don’t feel emotionally balanced for today’s work. if you are not strong enough for today’s task then return to your quarters and take a rest…I and Ijeoma can handle everything on our own.

I thanked Stella and was about to leave but ijeoma outrageously refused me from leaving.

Stella has to speak to her before she let me pass.

After two days I was ready to face anything and anyone.
This job actually means more to me than anything.
I can’t loose it because of what I feel for Philip.
Letting go and moving on maybe difficult at first but I know I can do anything I put my mind to.

Ijeoma was surprised when I came to apologise to her.

“I’m sorry for my outburst the other day Ijeoma. That was really uncalled for but let me excused my behavior on not being emotionally okay. I’m fine now and ready for any given task.

She whined her wide mouth in a mocking way but I took no offense.

“You just realized that no matter how you try to win over the boss he won’t still give you a second look. He doesn’t even know if you exist and can never…ever be yours even if our beautiful Amara wasn’t in the picture. You suddenly realized all of this and decides to give your head some sense. Good for you but this your apology still doesn’t change the fact that you are a disrespectful “onye ofe mmanu” we are not friends…my friendship is very expensive and a person like you can’t afford it.

I smiled and replied her

“Is okay Ijeoma. I wasn’t asking to be friends with you. apologies and seeking for friendship is two different thing. since we work together, is very much required of us to be coordinated and be at peace with each other so that we don’t end up burning down the entire house with the ignited fire of malice and hate. I respect the boss and his woman and nothing should come in the way of my job. And lastly…for the record, I’m proud to be “onye ofe mmanu” Stella told me the meaning and she said everyone which includes you eats food prepared with oil. So dear Ijeoma crediting it to a particular tribe is quiet crazy. Probably because we do more than the other tribe but whichever way I’m super proud of that and it still wouldn’t reduce my personality or add anything to your ego…

I smiled all through with every word and it peppered her even more.



It was time for breakfast that morning so I went to set the table after I finished addressing Ijeoma.
She wasn’t ready to let my words slide, she always wants to get back at me.



“You see what I was saying? You are very proud disrespectful and annoying human. Is probably why they named you Keji. I don’t need your dirty apology or anything you got to offer because you are…

I couldn’t hear the rest of the things she said as I walked out of the kitchen.

I was setting the breakfast table when Amara came down.
I greeted her cheerfully.

“Good morning Miss Amara, hope you slept well?

She smiled exposing her well arranged gap teeth.
“Yes, I slept well and you?

“Same here” I replied.

“Please call me Amara. I love your skin color. Brown skin girl… your skin like pearl, best thing in the world…! this Beyonce’s song was referring to your kinda color not ladies with excessive skin tone. When they say black is beautiful they were actually referring to your type….

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“thank you Amara. You are making me blush like a little kid…”

“But is true. I saw you the other day and asked Phil about you and he said that you a friend and also a staff. That’s great! I appreciate good thing when I see one. Please don’t tone your skin for any reason…it makes you unique and special. Please, what’s your name?

She asked. I was full of smile when I replied.

“Thank you so much Amara. Every of your word means a whole lot to me. My name is Morenikeji but please call me Keji to avoid bitting your tongue”.

She laughed out before saying.

“Keji is cool. I will be honored to include you in my bridal train when the time is right…is just about six weeks from now. Beside, I will be leaving today… back to my family house so that I can continue planning for my upcoming wedding from there. I will get your number so that we can talk on phone…is that okay Keji?

I nodded still with a smile.

“Congratulations. I will be very honored to join your bridal train. Let me know whenever you are set…I will be a phone call away…

She suddenly came and hugged me.

My heart was a bit heavy when she mentioned her wedding. But Amara is a sweet soul. Her selflessness is incomparable. You can’t possibly hate her. One may probably dislike her without getting to know her, maybe out of jealousy but knowing her closely cancels all manners of ill thoughts

As she was hugging me Ijeoma just appeared. She saw us hugging and frowned.

“Haaa… Keji you haven’t still set up the breakfast table since? Don’t you know your level….why are you hugging our small madam? This lazy girl you are just full of nonsense. You are trying to hang your coat where you don’t belong…

Amara shunned her immediately.

“You are really mannerless… Why will you talk to Keji in such a way? I’m actually the one hugging her and not the other way round. My name is Amarachi and I will appreciate if you address me as such not “small madam”. Keji is my friend and I won’t tolerate any form of insult directed at her. Please be guided. What you just did is totally wrong and that got to stop. Bullying your follow colleague shouldn’t be tolerated at all…no matter what. Anyway, since I and Keji are obviously engaged in a conversation you can aswell set up the table. I see nothing wrong in helping out when needed…

Ijeoma began to apologise at same time tries to defend herself and talk down on me again but Amarachi wasn’t ready to hear of it.

She asked her to set the breakfast table and Ijeoma had no choice but to do that.

Philip came down from upstairs to have breakfast. He is really handsome and always dresses smart.
Amara greeted him first but he wasn’t all cheerful like he used to.

“Sleepyhead good morning. Hope you had a pleasant night rest?

Amara said to Philip cheerfully.

“Yea… yeah I did. I slept a bit late though. Had a little work I needed to round up. How are you this morning? I don’t know you were already up. I didn’t want to bother knocking on your door… thought you were still asleep. I could have arranged breakfast in bed though…

Amara laughed out before replying him.

“I have been up since 5am. I was Skyping with Nunu till the full break of the day.

“Ohh! Good then. Com’on let’s eat..”

That’s all he said.
He turned to looked at me and I quickly greeted.

“Good morning Phil”.

“Good morning Keji”. He replied before taking a seat on the table.

Amara went to sit beside him. He poured hot water into his tea cup and also poured for Amara.
They both make a beautiful couple, no doubt about that.
I’m gradually getting used to letting go.

Especially now that I know Amara better and the special way she treated me makes me surrender totally.

I returned back to the kitchen.

Ijeoma came again at me.

“That your Yoruba charm will not save you no matter how you try to renew it. You want to buy over the heart of everyone and poison theirs against me…it won’t work for you Keji onye ofe mmanu….it won’t work. My God will disgrace you. Mother Mary and all the angels will fight for me. That your evil charm will be exposed soon. My enemies won’t succeed no matter how they try. Bring your charm I will Soak my chaplets inside water and pray, after three days you will be disgraced. Just watch and see…

I just gave a heavy sigh and continued my morning duty which is to serve breakfast to everyone.
When is Lunch time and dinner time I will carry out my duty effectively.
I will do it cheerfully, with a happy smile and continue to glow like never before.

If that’s the charm Ijeoma is talking about then I will continue to renew it.

I really don’t know the color of Ijeoma’s problem neither do i care anymore.

All I have to do is to be happy and forget whatever makes me sad.

I know I’m thirty and going to thirty-one. My mates maybe a bit ahead but some of my mates are either in the morgue or burial ground.



I have many reasons to be grateful.
Age is just a number and Ijeoma is less of my problems.



At the right time God will make my path to cross with the right man. But that’s if it’s His will for it to be so.

Untill then I will continue to be the best that I can be.

Tbc….
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 1:28pm On Mar 09
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 13.
By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

 

“…is more than six months Keji, don’t tell me that you still haven’t gotten my money yet? This is one of the reasons I don’t lend my money out… especially to friends because at the end they will start feeling entitled…

Dammi said after we finish exchanging pleasantries and how her honey moon went.

“I’m sorry Dammi. I supposed to have sent some money to you but something came up and I needed money urgently but not to worry by next month I will start forwarding fifty thousand. I will try not to fail until I pay off my debt to you. I really appreciate your patience Dammi and thank you for saving me when my landlady was seriously on my neck. I will pay everything I owe you gradually starting from next month please…



“You better do Keji because is long overdue. If I didn’t remind you now you wouldn’t have even thought of it. That’s very bad of you. that is one of the reasons I don’t like helping, mostly people that claim to be a friend. They will just find a way and rob you off with pretenses of friendship…

I gasped out at the long lecture again coming from Dammi.

“That’s not true and you know it Dammi. I have never borrowed from you without paying back. Even back when you were staying at my place. Whenever we run out of groceries and I didnt have cash at hand I will ask you to lend me if you have and within short period I will return it back without you asking me for it. The only delay I had this period was I had other expenses that came up and I needed to settle them. I thought since you aren’t in need of the money right away let me settle other bills first. I’m sorry anyway…

I really felt bad that Dammi had to ask me for her money. I never wanted her to remind me of it. I planned paying her all without her asking but it didn’t go as planned.



Dammi’s money saved me from further embarrassments from my landlady and we had agreement that ones I start working I will start paying my debt and I failed in that.
A deal is a deal. I agreed to her terms and promised to pay up but I failed.
I can’t justify my wrongs no matter how I try to paint it.
If it was from the bank I received the loan they wouldn’t want to hear stories when is payment time.

I know Dammi is always uptight with money and throws shades wrongly at me. I deserve whatever she says.

I will pay up her two hundred thousand plus the fifty percentage on it. totalled two hundred and fifty thousand Naira.
By God’s grace I will be free from debt in five months from now.

That is more reason why I need to take this job serious and work hard.

After paying debt I need to start saving up for myself.

No matter how the devil tries, Ijeoma can not come in the way of my job.

I won’t let her dismiss me from this job that I love and value so much.



Making my own money gives me a sense of belonging and pride like a peacock.

I don’t have to depend on any man to foot my bills.
I’m doing it with pride and happiness and nothing will come in the way of my happiness.

I continued greetings Ijeoma and even shorten her name to “Ij” like i heard Stella calls her.
She wasn’t replying at first but got tired of keeping malice and began to reply slowly.

I worked so hard, even after everyone retired for the night I stay up mobbing and cleaning the kitchen and washing every utensils and pots.
As I collected my full salary, I sent 50k to Dammi.
I know I still have four more months to go but with full determination every debt will be cleared.

 

 

I continued working hard

Mrs Kanu met me cleaning the kitchen one evening after everyone is off to be and commended my efforts.

“Wow… you are really doing great I must say. Please don’t over work yourself. go to bed, tomorrow you and your other colleagues will join hands and do it together, is far easy that way than you alone cleaning this big kitchen…

She said concerned

“Is nothing Mum. Instead of staying up in my quarters and doing nothing I decided to quickly clean up everywhere. Ones I’m done with this I will be through for today.

She smiled and gently pat my shoulder.

“I like you Keji. You are smart, beautiful and hardworking. Those are one the things I admire in young ladies. Weldon my dear. please whenever you are done, do me a favor. Please, hit up the coffee pot and carry it to my husband… he’s in the library and will appreciate a black coffee.

I nodded obediently.

After she left, I did what she asked of me and carried it to her husband who was very pleased.

I even had a little chat with him for the very first time and I realized he was very jovial and friendly.

“Do you read? He asked me.

“Not really sir, I do but that’s long time ago. Life gets busy and reading does not cross my mind anymore.

He smiled and I can tell where Philip got his good looks from. They share a striking resemblance.



“Readers are leaders you know. Create time out of your little and cultivate the habit of reading atleast a page or two everyday. It helps a lot. All this books you see here, I have read it cover to cover and rereading again. I used to be a professor back then but I won’t credit my reading habits to that. My father engaged my mind and made me to love reading even at a tender age. My son is trying but he is always occupied with so many life activities. The only person that takes after me is my last daughter… she is studying outside the country and loves reading. I love seen young people doing exploit and spending more time with both motivational, business and inspirational books. You will be surprised of how reading can transform your mind and orientation. My wife is not fully in yet but she is doing great…and I must commend her for that. By the way… thanks for the coffee… what is your name again?

“Keji….my name is Keji sir.
I replied took a slow bow and turned to leave.
He was browsing through the book shelfs, probably looking for something

“Wait.. Keji. Go and start with this book. Empty Promises. There are certain mistake young ladies like you can avoid in life. There are a lot of cone, play boys outside in disguise, ladies can easily fall prey to them especially desperate women. But that can be avoided if you are focused, have the fear of God and your self worth. This novel is quiet intriguing. Written by one of the best writer of our time Amah’s Heart. I was in my first year in the university when I bought this book. I enjoyed the captivating novel and will love you to have it. Have you heard of Amah?

He asked me.

“No sir…I haven’t. This is my first time of hearing her name.

“Well, that’s understandable. Atleast you have now. Well, She is a granmah with so many grandchildren all around the globe. Amah is an old woman now. during my youthful days she was a vibrant writer. Aside Amah, I have different writers collection. Great authors and researchers. Keji, I want you to enjoy reading which is why I recommend a novel first. Gradually, with time you will migrate to something bigger. Have fun while reading and let me know if you need more…



He handed a book to me and I thanked him very well before leaving.

I was going through the prologue while walking down the stairs when I ran into Philip who was just coming back.

He probably went to see Amara because I haven’t seen in for like two days.

“Good evening Phil. How was your day….?

“Hey Keji… very well. What is that…?

He pointed at the book in my hand.

“Is your Dad’s. He asked me to go and read it. It seems interesting though, I can tell from reading the prologue…

Philip smile.

“Don’t let my Dad bore you with his ideas about books and reading. he has over thousands in his library. My Dad loves books and can spend his last penny shopping for all sorts of books. He even values books as gift to him more than any other thing. That’s why his last birthday cake was designed in form of book.

 

I laughed out while he smiled as he walked pass me.
He suddenly stopped.

“Why are you still up… that’s unlike you.

“Tidying up the kitchen kept me busy Phil but I’m going to bed right away. Do you need me to fix something for you…?

“No, I’m fine. I will take a cool shower before hitting my bed. I’m really tired…

He turned and took a step

“How’s Amara and the wedding plans going?

I watched him pause to look at me. From my eyes down to my lips then back at my eyes.

“Is going on well and Amara is fine. She told me that you are included in her train… that’s great. You must have done something special for her to like you because Amara is very picky when it comes to friends..

I smiled and before I will say congratulations he was several feet away from me.

…. goodnight Keji.
That’s all he said as he walks away.

I heaped a disappointment sigh and was about to leave but he startled me.

“Hey Keji, please I will like a plate of fruit salad. Leave it on the dining table whenever you are done. I will come down for it.

I nodded and quickly went to prepare a fruit salad for him.
I dropped it on the dining like he said.

I went back to the kitchen, picked up my book, make sure everything is in place before leaving.

As I was leaving I noticed the plate of fruit salad was still on the dining.

Phil probably slept off and forgot. Maybe I should take it to his room.
Maybe is not a good idea.
There’s no harm in taking the salad to him or is there?

I knocked on his door and he opened and saw the tray of salad in my hand.

 

Philip was on white towel, I guess he was just coming out of the bathroom.



He gave way for me to enter and drop the tray on the table.



I moved his apple fragile laptop aside and several other things like jotting pad, two hardcover books and pen before dropping the tray.

“I was going to come down to get it but thanks for bringing it.
He was still standing by the door.

I nodded, trying to avoid looking more than I should.

Letting go of my feeling for him was one of the hardest thing to do.
I can’t deny the fact that I still want him but he belongs to another woman and even aside that Philip have not really shown interest in me.

 

I’m not totally off him. Seeing him in this manner makes me to start imagining all sorts of thing.

I turned to leave but he halt me by the door.

“Keji…I..I wa..mmm.

He stammered before gently drawing me into his cool shirtless body.

At first I wasn’t thinking right any more while in his arm.
I can feel his heart beat racing fast. Mine was on a high speed.

He kissed me and I didn’t want to respond but I fell without a second thought.

He was gentle and his touch rouse every fiber of my body.
I kissed him back and when I thought the going was good he suddenly stopped and took a step away from me.
I wished he didn’t stop but he has this puzzled face when he looks at me.

“I’m sorry Keji… I didn’t mean to…to..uhmmm. This is crazy. I will take my fruit salad now. Thanks and… Good night…

He said and opened the door for me to leave.
I was speechless and walked out.

That night I couldn’t sleep. I kept playing the scene continuesly on my head.

I couldn’t even resist him and walk out for the sake of Amarachi his woman.
I fell without even trying to stop him.

I felt ashamed of myself.
How will I even face Amara, a lady who was very nice to me.

If I know I could have left the salad on the table like he wanted without taking it to him.
Maybe because of my interior motive pushed me into going to his room with his request.

Guilt and shame bear down on me heavily.
And the worst part is he was the one that stopped the kissing before asking me to leave his room.

If he hasn’t stopped it, probably I wouldn’t have had the strength to stop him from whatever he wishes to do with my body.

He asked me to leave. He played it as if nothing even happened. Like my feeling doesn’t count.

Tha is the worst humiliation ever.

 

 

I managed to continue my duty the following day.

I avoid looking at him when I saw him in the morning.
He was a good actor and pretend like nothing happened.

It was supposed to make me feel better but I felt worst with myself and wanted to disappear into a hole to avoid seeing him.
He met me setting up the table for lunch after three days and approached me.

“Keji… I’m sorry about the other night in my room. It was my fault though…I take full blame for that. But let’s pretend like nothing really happened and put it behind us….can you do that?

I gasped out with a nod still without saying anything.

He took his car keys and left without another word.

After few days, Amara called me to start coming.

 

 

She said Mrs Kanu and Philip is already aware, so I won’t have anything to worry about.

I quickly got ready and informed Mrs Kanu again.
I told Stella and tried all I could to avoid Philip for the rest of the remaining days before I travel.

Amara has already booked my flight ticket.
There is something that I still don’t understand. Since Amara and Philip will be getting married in less than three weeks why is everywhere and everyone quiet about it.
No sort of wedding arrangements in the house.
They probably have their own way of doing things.
my opinion and thought doesn’t count.

I later picked few clothes, packed into a small traveling bag, I also added my novel by Amah. A special gift from Mr Kanu himself.
I put few things that I needed before leaving.

It was three hours journey. I had time to start with the novel.
It will indeed be a good distraction.

 

 

When I arrived at the airport, a driver assigned to me was waiting to pick me up.

Amara was very delighted to see me. She hugged me tight immediately she saw me.

She introduced me to her other squad and the whole place was lively and warm.
I was meant to spend two weeks.
It will be a good time to forget about the incident with Philip.

I’m glad it was only a kiss and nothing more. Although I feel guilty even with that but with the special way Amara treated me I quickly settled in.

Just like what Philip said, the kiss will remain just between us.

We went shopping and even did bridal shower shoot.

I was having lots of fun. I met one of her elder brother’s friend who happens to be a Yoruba guy.
Bayo was very fun to be with.
He picked so much interest in me and I hate to say that I liked him too.
Probably with him around I will get to remove Philip from every picture in my head.

Bayo is funny, good looking and charming.
He told me little bit about himself and how he gets to become friends with Nnana, Amarachi’s elder brother who was in a serious relationship too.

 

 

I was having massive fun and within few days I felt like I have known Bayo all my life.
We speak on phone and I can tell he was a total different guy from Kunle.

A Yoruba demon ready to spoil me with love and care
I like him, whole lot and always looking out for his call or presence.

I noticed Amara is mostly on call with a guy she calls “Nunu” she sometimes do video call and we even get to introduce ourselves to him from the video call.

It wasn’t Philip and the confusing part is they usually end their call with “I love you”

Philip supposed to be the one getting married to Amara or am I missing something?

Few days to the wedding I realized that Nunu is the main man getting married to Amara and not Philip like everyone thought back home.

His real name is Nonso but Amara calls him Nunu. They both met abroad and fell for each other before agreeing to get married.

Why was Philip cool with it and never mentioned anything about it.
It was Ijeoma that put the whole idea of Philip getting married to Amara in my head.

I really don’t know what to think but is really none of my business who she gets married to.

 

Bayo was getting into my head and Philip was fading off.

I even get to share a kiss with Bayo in his lovely car.
Everything is happening so fast but I love the way Bayo makes me feel.

Two days to the wedding, I was surprised to get a call from Philip asking me how I’m coping over there.

“We all miss your pretty smily face around here though. I just called to know how you are fairing. We will be traveling down tomorrow for the wedding. Take care…

I didn’t flow with him but I assured him that I was alright and well taken care off.

After his call, Bayo’s call came in.
I relaxed back in my hotel room and talk extensively. Laughing so loud and acting like we have known for a decade.



I don’t want anything to bother me at all.

This compulsory holiday that they gave me was well maximized. Is exactly what I needed and I will leave no stone unturned.

 

 

Tbc…
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 1:29pm On Mar 09
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 13.
By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

 

“…is more than six months Keji, don’t tell me that you still haven’t gotten my money yet? This is one of the reasons I don’t lend my money out… especially to friends because at the end they will start feeling entitled…

Dammi said after we finish exchanging pleasantries and how her honey moon went.

“I’m sorry Dammi. I supposed to have sent some money to you but something came up and I needed money urgently but not to worry by next month I will start forwarding fifty thousand. I will try not to fail until I pay off my debt to you. I really appreciate your patience Dammi and thank you for saving me when my landlady was seriously on my neck. I will pay everything I owe you gradually starting from next month please…



“You better do Keji because is long overdue. If I didn’t remind you now you wouldn’t have even thought of it. That’s very bad of you. that is one of the reasons I don’t like helping, mostly people that claim to be a friend. They will just find a way and rob you off with pretenses of friendship…

I gasped out at the long lecture again coming from Dammi.

“That’s not true and you know it Dammi. I have never borrowed from you without paying back. Even back when you were staying at my place. Whenever we run out of groceries and I didnt have cash at hand I will ask you to lend me if you have and within short period I will return it back without you asking me for it. The only delay I had this period was I had other expenses that came up and I needed to settle them. I thought since you aren’t in need of the money right away let me settle other bills first. I’m sorry anyway…

I really felt bad that Dammi had to ask me for her money. I never wanted her to remind me of it. I planned paying her all without her asking but it didn’t go as planned.



Dammi’s money saved me from further embarrassments from my landlady and we had agreement that ones I start working I will start paying my debt and I failed in that.
A deal is a deal. I agreed to her terms and promised to pay up but I failed.
I can’t justify my wrongs no matter how I try to paint it.
If it was from the bank I received the loan they wouldn’t want to hear stories when is payment time.

I know Dammi is always uptight with money and throws shades wrongly at me. I deserve whatever she says.

I will pay up her two hundred thousand plus the fifty percentage on it. totalled two hundred and fifty thousand Naira.
By God’s grace I will be free from debt in five months from now.

That is more reason why I need to take this job serious and work hard.

After paying debt I need to start saving up for myself.

No matter how the devil tries, Ijeoma can not come in the way of my job.

I won’t let her dismiss me from this job that I love and value so much.

ANOTHER STORY BY THE SAME WRITER - lasting memory visit www.dapace.com to read

Making my own money gives me a sense of belonging and pride like a peacock.

I don’t have to depend on any man to foot my bills.
I’m doing it with pride and happiness and nothing will come in the way of my happiness.

I continued greetings Ijeoma and even shorten her name to “Ij” like i heard Stella calls her.
She wasn’t replying at first but got tired of keeping malice and began to reply slowly.

I worked so hard, even after everyone retired for the night I stay up mobbing and cleaning the kitchen and washing every utensils and pots.
As I collected my full salary, I sent 50k to Dammi.
I know I still have four more months to go but with full determination every debt will be cleared.

 

 

I continued working hard

Mrs Kanu met me cleaning the kitchen one evening after everyone is off to be and commended my efforts.

“Wow… you are really doing great I must say. Please don’t over work yourself. go to bed, tomorrow you and your other colleagues will join hands and do it together, is far easy that way than you alone cleaning this big kitchen…

She said concerned

“Is nothing Mum. Instead of staying up in my quarters and doing nothing I decided to quickly clean up everywhere. Ones I’m done with this I will be through for today.

She smiled and gently pat my shoulder.

“I like you Keji. You are smart, beautiful and hardworking. Those are one the things I admire in young ladies. Weldon my dear. please whenever you are done, do me a favor. Please, hit up the coffee pot and carry it to my husband… he’s in the library and will appreciate a black coffee.

I nodded obediently.

After she left, I did what she asked of me and carried it to her husband who was very pleased.

I even had a little chat with him for the very first time and I realized he was very jovial and friendly.

“Do you read? He asked me.

“Not really sir, I do but that’s long time ago. Life gets busy and reading does not cross my mind anymore.

He smiled and I can tell where Philip got his good looks from. They share a striking resemblance.



“Readers are leaders you know. Create time out of your little and cultivate the habit of reading atleast a page or two everyday. It helps a lot. All this books you see here, I have read it cover to cover and rereading again. I used to be a professor back then but I won’t credit my reading habits to that. My father engaged my mind and made me to love reading even at a tender age. My son is trying but he is always occupied with so many life activities. The only person that takes after me is my last daughter… she is studying outside the country and loves reading. I love seen young people doing exploit and spending more time with both motivational, business and inspirational books. You will be surprised of how reading can transform your mind and orientation. My wife is not fully in yet but she is doing great…and I must commend her for that. By the way… thanks for the coffee… what is your name again?

“Keji….my name is Keji sir.
I replied took a slow bow and turned to leave.
He was browsing through the book shelfs, probably looking for something

“Wait.. Keji. Go and start with this book. Empty Promises. There are certain mistake young ladies like you can avoid in life. There are a lot of cone, play boys outside in disguise, ladies can easily fall prey to them especially desperate women. But that can be avoided if you are focused, have the fear of God and your self worth. This novel is quiet intriguing. Written by one of the best writer of our time Amah’s Heart. I was in my first year in the university when I bought this book. I enjoyed the captivating novel and will love you to have it. Have you heard of Amah?

He asked me.

“No sir…I haven’t. This is my first time of hearing her name.

“Well, that’s understandable. Atleast you have now. Well, She is a granmah with so many grandchildren all around the globe. Amah is an old woman now. during my youthful days she was a vibrant writer. Aside Amah, I have different writers collection. Great authors and researchers. Keji, I want you to enjoy reading which is why I recommend a novel first. Gradually, with time you will migrate to something bigger. Have fun while reading and let me know if you need more…



He handed a book to me and I thanked him very well before leaving.

I was going through the prologue while walking down the stairs when I ran into Philip who was just coming back.

He probably went to see Amara because I haven’t seen in for like two days.

“Good evening Phil. How was your day….?

“Hey Keji… very well. What is that…?

He pointed at the book in my hand.

“Is your Dad’s. He asked me to go and read it. It seems interesting though, I can tell from reading the prologue…

Philip smile.

“Don’t let my Dad bore you with his ideas about books and reading. he has over thousands in his library. My Dad loves books and can spend his last penny shopping for all sorts of books. He even values books as gift to him more than any other thing. That’s why his last birthday cake was designed in form of book.

 

I laughed out while he smiled as he walked pass me.
He suddenly stopped.

“Why are you still up… that’s unlike you.

“Tidying up the kitchen kept me busy Phil but I’m going to bed right away. Do you need me to fix something for you…?

“No, I’m fine. I will take a cool shower before hitting my bed. I’m really tired…

He turned and took a step

“How’s Amara and the wedding plans going?

I watched him pause to look at me. From my eyes down to my lips then back at my eyes.

“Is going on well and Amara is fine. She told me that you are included in her train… that’s great. You must have done something special for her to like you because Amara is very picky when it comes to friends..

I smiled and before I will say congratulations he was several feet away from me.

…. goodnight Keji.
That’s all he said as he walks away.

I heaped a disappointment sigh and was about to leave but he startled me.

“Hey Keji, please I will like a plate of fruit salad. Leave it on the dining table whenever you are done. I will come down for it.

I nodded and quickly went to prepare a fruit salad for him.
I dropped it on the dining like he said.

I went back to the kitchen, picked up my book, make sure everything is in place before leaving.

As I was leaving I noticed the plate of fruit salad was still on the dining.

Phil probably slept off and forgot. Maybe I should take it to his room.
Maybe is not a good idea.
There’s no harm in taking the salad to him or is there?

I knocked on his door and he opened and saw the tray of salad in my hand.

 

Philip was on white towel, I guess he was just coming out of the bathroom.



He gave way for me to enter and drop the tray on the table.



I moved his apple fragile laptop aside and several other things like jotting pad, two hardcover books and pen before dropping the tray.

“I was going to come down to get it but thanks for bringing it.
He was still standing by the door.

I nodded, trying to avoid looking more than I should.

Letting go of my feeling for him was one of the hardest thing to do.
I can’t deny the fact that I still want him but he belongs to another woman and even aside that Philip have not really shown interest in me.

 

I’m not totally off him. Seeing him in this manner makes me to start imagining all sorts of thing.

I turned to leave but he halt me by the door.

“Keji…I..I wa..mmm.

He stammered before gently drawing me into his cool shirtless body.

At first I wasn’t thinking right any more while in his arm.
I can feel his heart beat racing fast. Mine was on a high speed.

He kissed me and I didn’t want to respond but I fell without a second thought.

He was gentle and his touch rouse every fiber of my body.
I kissed him back and when I thought the going was good he suddenly stopped and took a step away from me.
I wished he didn’t stop but he has this puzzled face when he looks at me.

“I’m sorry Keji… I didn’t mean to…to..uhmmm. This is crazy. I will take my fruit salad now. Thanks and… Good night…

He said and opened the door for me to leave.
I was speechless and walked out.

That night I couldn’t sleep. I kept playing the scene continuesly on my head.

I couldn’t even resist him and walk out for the sake of Amarachi his woman.
I fell without even trying to stop him.

I felt ashamed of myself.
How will I even face Amara, a lady who was very nice to me.

If I know I could have left the salad on the table like he wanted without taking it to him.
Maybe because of my interior motive pushed me into going to his room with his request.

Guilt and shame bear down on me heavily.
And the worst part is he was the one that stopped the kissing before asking me to leave his room.

If he hasn’t stopped it, probably I wouldn’t have had the strength to stop him from whatever he wishes to do with my body.

He asked me to leave. He played it as if nothing even happened. Like my feeling doesn’t count.

Tha is the worst humiliation ever.

 

 

I managed to continue my duty the following day.

I avoid looking at him when I saw him in the morning.
He was a good actor and pretend like nothing happened.

It was supposed to make me feel better but I felt worst with myself and wanted to disappear into a hole to avoid seeing him.
He met me setting up the table for lunch after three days and approached me.

“Keji… I’m sorry about the other night in my room. It was my fault though…I take full blame for that. But let’s pretend like nothing really happened and put it behind us….can you do that?

I gasped out with a nod still without saying anything.

He took his car keys and left without another word.

After few days, Amara called me to start coming.

 

 

She said Mrs Kanu and Philip is already aware, so I won’t have anything to worry about.

I quickly got ready and informed Mrs Kanu again.
I told Stella and tried all I could to avoid Philip for the rest of the remaining days before I travel.

Amara has already booked my flight ticket.
There is something that I still don’t understand. Since Amara and Philip will be getting married in less than three weeks why is everywhere and everyone quiet about it.
No sort of wedding arrangements in the house.
They probably have their own way of doing things.
my opinion and thought doesn’t count.

I later picked few clothes, packed into a small traveling bag, I also added my novel by Amah. A special gift from Mr Kanu himself.
I put few things that I needed before leaving.

It was three hours journey. I had time to start with the novel.
It will indeed be a good distraction.

 

 

When I arrived at the airport, a driver assigned to me was waiting to pick me up.

Amara was very delighted to see me. She hugged me tight immediately she saw me.

She introduced me to her other squad and the whole place was lively and warm.
I was meant to spend two weeks.
It will be a good time to forget about the incident with Philip.

I’m glad it was only a kiss and nothing more. Although I feel guilty even with that but with the special way Amara treated me I quickly settled in.

Just like what Philip said, the kiss will remain just between us.

We went shopping and even did bridal shower shoot.

I was having lots of fun. I met one of her elder brother’s friend who happens to be a Yoruba guy.
Bayo was very fun to be with.
He picked so much interest in me and I hate to say that I liked him too.
Probably with him around I will get to remove Philip from every picture in my head.

Bayo is funny, good looking and charming.
He told me little bit about himself and how he gets to become friends with Nnana, Amarachi’s elder brother who was in a serious relationship too.

 

 

I was having massive fun and within few days I felt like I have known Bayo all my life.
We speak on phone and I can tell he was a total different guy from Kunle.

A Yoruba demon ready to spoil me with love and care
I like him, whole lot and always looking out for his call or presence.

I noticed Amara is mostly on call with a guy she calls “Nunu” she sometimes do video call and we even get to introduce ourselves to him from the video call.

It wasn’t Philip and the confusing part is they usually end their call with “I love you”

Philip supposed to be the one getting married to Amara or am I missing something?

Few days to the wedding I realized that Nunu is the main man getting married to Amara and not Philip like everyone thought back home.

His real name is Nonso but Amara calls him Nunu. They both met abroad and fell for each other before agreeing to get married.

Why was Philip cool with it and never mentioned anything about it.
It was Ijeoma that put the whole idea of Philip getting married to Amara in my head.

I really don’t know what to think but is really none of my business who she gets married to.

 

Bayo was getting into my head and Philip was fading off.

I even get to share a kiss with Bayo in his lovely car.
Everything is happening so fast but I love the way Bayo makes me feel.

Two days to the wedding, I was surprised to get a call from Philip asking me how I’m coping over there.

“We all miss your pretty smily face around here though. I just called to know how you are fairing. We will be traveling down tomorrow for the wedding. Take care…

I didn’t flow with him but I assured him that I was alright and well taken care off.

After his call, Bayo’s call came in.
I relaxed back in my hotel room and talk extensively. Laughing so loud and acting like we have known for a decade.



I don’t want anything to bother me at all.

This compulsory holiday that they gave me was well maximized. Is exactly what I needed and I will leave no stone unturned.
ANOTHER STORY BY THE SAME WRITER - pia visit www.dapalace.com
 

 

Tbc…
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 4:43pm On Mar 12
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 14.
By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

 

 

Philip arrived with his mother and lodged in the same hotel that I was in.
While his Mum was staying in Amara’ s big family house.

They came two days to the wedding.

Philip called me to come out that he was hanging out with Nnana, Amarachi’s elder brother.
After his call I got a message from Bayo also asking me to come out and meet him.
He was chilling out with his friends.

 

I told Philip that I was busy reading the book his Dad gave me and I don’t feel like leaving my room, probably the next day we will get to see.
After texting him I got ready to go and see Bayo who was really occupying my head.
I decided to honor Bayo’s invite instead of Philips.

Bayo told me where he was and I decided to go and meet him there.

I saw him with few guys sitting on a round table.
As I got closer, I saw Bayo looking at me and smiling from ear to ear.
I also noticed another person staring at me.
Philip! He was among the guys.
I swallowed hard and my step changed immediately
Bayo and Philip was looking at me at same time.
Bayo was smiling while Philip has this straight face.

 

I never knew they were all together I wouldn’t have come.

I told Philip that I wasn’t coming out to see him because I’m reading in my hotel room but I agreed to see Bayo not knowing that they were actually here… together.

Seeing them staring at me made sweat broke out from my body.
I suddenly started missing my steps. I was walking like a duck, as if my legs were in chains.
I had to compose myself, breath in and then out before I continued.

 

I like Bayo because he is very lively and fun to be around with.
He Pampers me like a child and makes


me feel special.
Philip on the other hand has proven very difficult from onset.
I don’t even understand him one bit.
Very uptight and too disciplined for my liking.
This minute he likes me and the next he will be acting like I was a stranger.
I have always given him the green light, shooting my shot at him none stop, wanting him to atleast notice me.
I have done almost everything and never hide my feeling from him but he just paid a deaf ear.
He kissed me in his room surprisingly for the very first time and then discard me like a sinner that lured him into sin.
 

I’m just tired of his sheningani, tired of his pride or uptightness.

He probably thought I changed my mind and decided to come and meet him because as I was few feet away he curved a smile.
When Bayo straight out his hand towards me, Phil’s smile disappeared.
He looked on with disappointment plastered on his face.
I greeted Nnana and one other guy with them.
I said hello to Philip who responded coldly.
I went to sit beside Bayo who took my hands into his and kissed them.

“my hot chocolate…bawo ni iyawo mi? (How are you my wife) let’s do fast and marry joor…. I always want you around me always Keji…

Bayo said it more like a whisper but the person sitting next to him can hear.

Philip was next to him and he wasn’t paying attention to what Nnana was saying.
His eyes was on us.
After Bayo said that I smiled and flashed Phil a look and he was actually looking back at me in silent.

“I think I should leave. We can see later tonight or talk on phone. I don’t want to interrupt your fun time with your friends.

I said to Bayo before standing.

“No…no you aren’t interrupting anything Keji. Okay…I will come with you. Let’s leave to hangout somewhere else.. alright?

He stood excused himself from the other guys and followed me.

I turned and looked back at Phil and he was sipping his bottle water and staring at me with sad look on his face

Why is he looking at me like I stole his money?
He never really liked me despite how much I wanted him and now that I’m letting go of my feelings for him and embracing a new change he is acting like he cares.
What does he even care? It doesn’t matter what I do with my life, I deserve some happiness and fresh air from all the suffocating people back in Abuja.

With the way I was feeling, I told Bayo to return back to his friends, that I need to meet the girls.

We stood at a distance from the boys but I can still feel Philip’s eyes on me.

Bayo kissed my lips before turning to go back.
I watched Philip became discomfort. He stood from his seat, said something to the guys, I guess he excused himself and walked away.

 

Bayo returned to his seat and joined the gist. I quickly left and returned to my room.
Why was I even having this guilt feeling?
Philip shouldn’t even come in between me and my happiness because he was never there when I needed him.
I like Bayo alot. He has succeeded in making me lose my attachment over Philip.
It may not be fully but to some extent
I have allot of questions ringing in my head. One of them which is
Who is Amarachi to him?
I tried not to bother myself with him.

Later that evening we had a get together with the bride and the bridal train ladies.
They were all very beautiful and speaks of class.
Classic babes, I felt my standard is below theirs but who cares.
They all felt I’m one of the big chicks and very well to do.
I acted exactly that and didn’t give them any room to question me or my status.

 

Amara is a sweet being. She treated everyone equally without any favoritism. No special treatment or attention to anyone in particular.

A day to the wedding, four of us sat by the pool side of the hotel, sipping our cocktail and gisting like old friends.

The bride was away, three other ladies were out or inside their hotel rooms.

The three ladies that I was sitting out with asked me what I do for a living as we gathered round a table gisting and laughing.
I told them I’m a private cook, more into African dish and little of foreign and also a kitchen assistance.

Since they don’t cloth me or pay my bills I see no reason to lie.
lying won’t make me less of a human or more of human.

“Do you mean like a chef… a hired private chef?

Dimma, one of the classic ladies asked me.

“,More like it” I replied. I decided not to say any more words to avoid more
questions.

 

“So you mean that you are a greet cook but don’t know much on the food menu? Which of the caterer schools did you attend? I mean, is it a well known school here in Nigeria or outside the country?

Patricia asked

This is exactly what I was avoiding. Questions that I don’t have answers to which is why I tried not to speak much about myself.

As I opened my mouth to reply another question flew in.
Dimma asked again
“How do you get to know Amy? Did you also study abroad at some point in your life or you met her here in Nigeria?

 

“Or I guess you are a girlfriend to one of Nnana’s friend. That black chubby Yoruba guy that we usually see you with, he is your boyfriend right? Asked Yvonne

Questions were flying Left, right and center.

” Obviously, they are dating. Keji is Yoruba and he is Yoruba also. She is dating her tribal man… How long have you guys been in a relationship? How do you meet him… I guess he’s also from your state..? Don’t you like igbo men?…Asked Dimma

“No, I don’t think so. But I really don’t care. All I’m concerned about is her skin… Keji isn’t your skin a bit too dark? A little toning will do lots of good, I mean with the right organic products. I have a friend who’s is into organic cream… She will give you exactly the one for your skin type. Will you give it a try? Said Patricia.

“How can you even suggest such Pat? Her skin is beautiful and doesn’t need toning. Look at my skin… Look at Yvonne’s skin… beautiful isn’t it?. I sometimes forget to cream myself because I don’t attach myself to any sort of cream. I even use baby pears sometimes. Amarachi’s skin is also sweet… Asking Keji to go for an organic cream raise a dust about your own skin. You are very fair actually but I know naturally you aren’t fair as this. You probably tone…no hard feelings though. We are all speaking our minds. But I will suggest you leave Keji alone with her color. Beside, she’s an adult and can decide what exactly she wants. Keji, hope I’m speaking your mind?
Said Dimma.

 

 

“I take no offense in what you said Dimma. Is actually your opinion and is okay to have an opinion but is wrong to enforce your beliefs on someone. Is not everyone you see is comfortable in their skin, ladies especially needs to wear their skin with pride. They need to feel comfortable and be admired. I only threw in a suggestion, I wasn’t asking Keji to buy my whole idea but if she is interested then I will be very willingly to help in…

I quickly interrupted.

 

“I’m very comfortable in my color. Enough already…I won’t trade my natural skin color for anything. I’m sorry if is too dark or too brown for your liking lbut it still wouldn’t change how much I cherish myself. You will be surprised that it was actually my color that attracted Amara the first time we spoke. She admired my skin and we became friends from then…

Yvonne and Dimma began laughing.
Dimma later said

 

“Amara has a thing for dark skin. Maybe that’s why she ditched her former light skin boyfriend for a dark Nonso. Her ex is her childhood friend and they had this great connection and planned to get married. Even their both families were support of the relationship not until Amara travel out for her degree and met Nonso, fell in love and they are getting married tomorrow. I guess their was no strong bond with her ex because they ended things amicably and she even stayed in their family house over at Abuja for days before returning home.
I saw her ex yesterday, that guy is too fine. He’s even finner than Nonso but is not by fine…. is by choice. Amara made her choice already and we are all cool with that. Even her ex is super cool and very supportive. he’s not my kind of ex that we are not even in talking terms. Abeg joor… let’s continue our former discussion. Keji since you are a cook or better still a chef… where did you do your catering?

 

I breathed in and out as the whole attentions retuned back to me.
I was in a hot seat with Dimma, Patricia and Yvonne asking me different thing even when I haven’t even answered one.
They started throwing in their questions all over again.
The whole thing was choking my breath.



“Let me take the questions one after the other. I learnt cooking while working for this anonymous family. I did online courses on…

I noticed the ladies attention shifted to a different direction.

I followed their gaze and behold it was Phil approaching.

 

My heart skipped.
Ever since yesterday we haven’t spoke.
He didn’t call or message me after seeing me with Bayo.

I’m surprised to see him walking down alone towards where we were seated or is he into one of the ladies here?

“This guy is too fine. He should just come and marry me already but the problem is that he is too gentle for my liking. He will dull my spirit if we’re together…I need an activity guy.
Said Patricia bitting her lips and make Yvonne to laugh out loud.

 

” This is Philip na, Amarachi’s friend… former boyfriend, childhood friend and very close family friend…hahaha. I just spoke about him few minutes ago and here he was. I saw when he arrived yesterday. What is he coming over for… maybe he finally noticed me. He’s single and I’m single we can both mingle hahahaha…. I Love this kind of guys… sweet in the middle with good looks. Come on darling and sweep me off my feet…

Said Dimma making Yvonne to laugh out again.
Yvonne is the cheerleader, laughing at everyone’s speech and hardly speak. She is tall, beautiful and has a nice accent.
She is probably a model.

 

Philip arrived at our table and greeted the ladies cheerfully.
They responded happily. All eyes on him as they wait to know who exactly he came for.

“Hey Keji, can I see you….in private please.

The shock on their faces was very funny. I almost laugh at Patricia as she looked at me like a devil.
She turned to Philip and said with a smile.

 

“,Oh Philip, you came for Keji… anyway be careful before her Yoruba boyfriend catches you. they share unbreakable bond…

Phi didn’t reply. Dimma frowned and slapped Patricia’s hand.

I stood up and followed Philip who was ahead of me.
I didn’t bother walking fast because I wanted to hear the girls.
I bent down few feets away like I was readjusting my sandals.
I can hear Yvonne saying,

 

“…Pat that was unnecessary. You shouldn’t have said such…

“Women tearing down women because of jealousy. A man will never do such to his follow guy…

That was Dimma’s voice.

“Bla bla bla… You don’t expect me to leave a Yoruba girl to have one of the most eligible igbo rich bachelor in town. No way… Please spare me that…she has her Yoruba boyfriend. She should stick to him and leave our men alone. anyway, I’m hungry… I’m going to go get what to eat.. Yvonne are you coming along…

 

I quickly walked away to meet Philip who was standing close to the car park and waiting for me.

“Hi…how are you doing?

He asked. I was expecting him to be angry at first after yesterday but he was acting like a gentleman.

I told him that I was alright.

“What’s going on…I mean with you? You told me yesterday that you couldn’t come out to meet me but was surprised when I saw you with Nnana’s friend. How long have you known him…

“Does it really matter? I only met him here and he’s a great guy.

He gasped out.

 

“Wow… just within a week and few days and he’s already kissing you in public? Is it because he’s Yoruba or because you just want a guy closeby? I really want to understand what is going on…

“Stop asking me question like a kid. I’m an adult and have the right to choose who I want to be with. Yes, he’s Yoruba and I enjoy being with him. Why are you even here… questioning what I do with my life and time? You only have that right when I’m on duty back at your house. I’m neither on duty or at your mercies. Stop bossing over me Phil.

I was getting very angry already with his attitude.
I couldn’t tell what exactly was on his mind but he looked at me strangely.

 

“I thought you were different Keji. Do you even know this your guy…do you know him or you only knew what he wanted you to know? You met Kunle and acted like you don’t fancy him only to end up going out with him severally even to his house. Now, is eeh… Bayo, I guess you fancy Yorubas more…but funny enough you end up with whoever crosses your path and flashed you a knowing smile. Keji… I’m just disappointed that’s all…

I sparked angrily.

“What do you even care? You never liked me and you are still not happy with other men liking me. I will live my life like I please here… when I return back to work then you can have a say over what I do with my time. Leave me the hell alone oga Philip Kanu…

I turned and started walking away. He called my name twice but I didn’t reply.
I walked away and went straight to my room.

Tomorrow is the wedding, after which I will be returning back to Abuja to resume back my work life.

Philip is getting me all worked up. I don’t even know what exactly he wants from me.

He wants to start controlling my life because I work for him.
I won’t let that happen.
I’m in charge of my life and answerable to whatever I do.
Bayo told me all I need to know about him and that’s enough for me.

 

Many women like Patricia will die to have Philip and I want to be excluded in that list.
There was a time like that, all I think off morning and night was Philip but gonna those days.
I’m moving like nothing happened.
Bayo got me the way I want and I don’t care how Philip feels about it but he has no right to interfere in my personal life.

As I lay in bed that night with Mr Kanu’s book in hand. My thoughts were far away while my eyes were focused on the book.

I tried to sound convincing but I still think of Philip for unknown reason.

He wants to mess up my head but I won’t let him.

Tomorrow is Amara’s day and I’m glad she chose me to be here.

I have had massive fun and I’m happy that I’m on this journey.

Every of my problems can wait until I return.
Phill is part of them but he won’t kill my joy or the happiness I feel with Bayo.
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 9:06pm On Mar 13
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 15.
By AMAH’S HEART.

 

 

“..Since you care so much for Israel why not go ahead and date him. Leave your famous boyfriend and date a broke low class like Israel. Whatever you want to do please do but make sure you leave me out of it. Go ahead with him since you don’t want to see him sad. I’m in a great relationship. My present man is all I have always wanted. Handsome, outspoken, caring, finish from Harvard, rich and drives the latest car. What more can I ask than what I have been given already. It was as if God saw my heart and decided to bless me with a man like Tony. Light and darkness are placed before me and I chose light. Nothing can make me return to darkness. I’m done for good. Please don’t call me again over Israel issue or I will trash you aside just like I did with him. Enjoy your life and let me enjoy mine. Don’t be an enemy of my happiness”.

********

I closed the book and stare at the ceiling wondering why some women make bad choices in men.

Avala in Empty Promises is just one of those ladies seeking for love in the wrong place.
Is obvious Tony is fake and her former “broke” boyfriend “Israel” is the real one who truly loves her but she dumped him and went for the real pretender who is obviously after her money. Tony was a snake in a green grass but Ava couldn’t see that.

Bayo is the real deal for me, Philip is just a pretender.
Acting like a rich spoilt kid that doesn’t know what he wants.

He doesn’t want me to be happy with another man and still doesn’t want to come out open to say exactly what he wants with me.

I’m done with Phil, I’m moving on with my life and I refused to be stopped.

Bayo is the man


for me no doubt about that and he is husband material.
Few months from now I will be thirty one. I don’t want to be on this lane of spinster again.
Looking around me, everyone is just finding their happiness and moving far ahead while I’m stuck with fantasy.

Sometimes I want to convince myself that age is truly a number but society doesn’t see it that way.
Ones a woman is thirty and not married they will feel that something is wrong with the lady.
Society, especially in this part of the world will feel either the lady has a high taste in men, or the men don’t find her appealing or something is definitely wrong with her.

No one will even care to know what exactly is the problem.
Their are still some independent ladies who does not want commitment of any sort.
They want just a partner, adopt a kid if they like or live their lives as they pleases.

But that’s not the kind of life I want. No, that’s not Morenikeji, not my kind of person
I want to be somebody’s wife, a real nice man. I’m not after big fancy wedding, not like the type Amara had.
Something simple and fine.
Then I will become pregnant and give birth to a baby, my husband will be happy.
i will also be very happy and if God decided to bless us with more children that will be great.
We will live happily ever after.
The end.

“Keji… Keji the food is burning. What are you doing with a book in the kitchen? Smiling to yourself and staring at the ceiling like a stupid she goat… what kind of careless and senseless person are you…?

I turned and it was Ijeoma.
I rushed to the pot of jellof rice meant for dinner and began to stir with a spatula.

Truly the food was burning and I didn’t even perceived it.
I was carried away with my happy ever after fantasy.

Ever since I got serious in reading this book, I hate to drop it down. I’m very eager to know what becomes of Avala and her fake lover Tony.
I hide the book inside my apron so that nobody will see it.
I will get to read whenever I’m free.

How did I even forget the pot on fire? After adding all the ingredients in the jellof rice, I decided to continue from the episode where I stopped only to get carried away.

Thank God is only the bottom pot that got burnt not the whole food.

Ijeoma continued talking but I was too busy to give a care.

“… Ever since you retuned from this your yeye journey all you do is misbehave. Carrying that stupid book to the kitchen. Reading when you supposed to be working. You just don’t want to behave like somebody that has sense. You will be acting like your entire brain is damaged…

“Ijeoma, you really don’t have to insult me to make your point known. I don’t know Why you are always bitter… listen, I’m not the cause of your frustrations. Go and look for it somewhere else…or better still drink enough water so that you will be urinating constantly to avoid wasting your time in poke nosing in my affairs.

I gave her a long sigh before going to set out plates for dishing of food.

“You are the bitter and frustrated one Keji. I don’t blame you at all…is because we are in this same kitchen together makes you think you have the right to insult me. If you know who I am you won’t even open mouth to talk back at me. Onye ofe mmanu… rubbish human being. Witchy witchy girl. Please don’t bewitch that food oo. I still wonder what everyone sees in you that makes them like you. The only explanation to it is the spell you cast on them…and by heavenly power that is above all powers that spell of yours will be broken into pieces….

She was still talking when I cart away the food to distribute to the other staffs.
The securities, the gardener, the pool boy, those working in the laundry, the cleaners, that’s housekeepers, two drivers, two electrical engineers and three others working in different field.

Ijeoma was supposed to assist but her bitterness towards me wouldn’t let her.

I gave everyone their food before returning back to the kitchen.

I set the dining up and put Mr and Mrs Kanu’s food on the table.

I called their rooms with the land line downstairs to inform them.

Philip have not been around for over five weeks. I guess he traveled out.

As I return back to kitchen to take my food, Ijeoma was eaten a plate of rice.
She had almost finished the food in the plate, I watched her take her chicken with her hand and bit into it before taking another spoon of rice.

She was obviously enjoying the meal but immediately she saw me coming she quickly dump the plate in the sink.

“This rice taste awful. Too much salt and pepper. So, you still doesn’t know how to cook? At your age you don’t know how to make common jellof rice. Haba Keji, you are really good for nothing o. I pity the man that will marry you. Instead of me to eat this kind of food I will rather soak garrri and drink. I don’t want to purge from your excessive salt and pepper rubbish food….

I ignored again.
As I was taking my food, Stella came in and said.

“Keji, Mr Kanu said the food is delicious and he will be needing more.

I smiled and nodded.
Stella took her own food. After taking two spoons she turned to me and said.

“You tried oo Keji. I’m really impressed that you are picking up. nri a di oto…( The food is delicious)

I didn’t understand the last part so I raised an eyebrow at her.

“…I mean the food is delicious. I will arrange one fine igbo bros to marry you. Hope you will like to marry an igbo man…?

I laughed out and was about to answer but ijeoma interrupted.

“Which sensible igbo man will want to marry her?I reject it for all the igbo single men out there. Let her marry her fellow onye ofe mmanu. Igbos have taste and she is not close to that category. Her rubbish food taste like granite in the mouth…

Stella was about saying something back at Ijeoma but I interrupted

“Stella I got this please. Funny enough I’m not even interested in your tribal men Ijeoma, They are proud and too money cautious. I’m very comfortable marrying a Yoruba man. Infact very soon I will send you an invitation. You can keep your high categorize men let me keep my sweet ofe mmanu bobo…

Stella started laughing. She later said.

“But Keji, sometimes you are a real life Savage. Ijeoma actually deserve that reply but let me correct something. Our men are Sweet, they love their wife more than their lives. They pamper her and treat her like a queen. family comes first for them and they are hardly caught in the web of “side chic”…I mean another woman. If they love you just know that you have automatically become their world. I know their are bad eggs, is in every tribe though but the good ones supersede the bad ones. Beside, everyone is money cautious not just igbo. They majorly works hard for their money and don’t spend lavishly because they have a family to care for. So are you considering my offer for a brother…?

I laughed with the wink she was giving me.

“No, I’m still not interested because I already have somebody on ground. But thanks for the offer anyway.

“In case this your main man messes up, holla me… Keji don’t fail to let me know so that I will contact my single fine cousin who’s looking for a wife to marry. His name is Emeka and he’s into buying and selling in Onitsha, Anambara state. He deals in women wears and just completed his two story building last year, he…

 

“Okay… okay Stella. I have heard enough about this your Emaka… hope I got the name correct. I’m still not interested oo. My man and I are taking our relationship to the next level soon, so look for another lady for your cousin Emaka….

Ijeoma spoke.

” Emaka ko Emaka ni. Better for you oo. Stick to your kind… because no igbo man will find you interesting. Especially this one that you don’t know how to cook anything or pronounce Emeka. shame on you. Big shame…

I ignored her.
I quickly went to give Mr Kanu and his wife extra food.
As I retuned I took mine and sat on the kitchen dining with Stella.
We talk and i laughed so loud and it peppered Ijeoma. She looked at me with a frown.

 

I didn’t care.
After my food, I cleaned up the kitchen and left with my book.

That night at my quarters, my phone rang and it was Dammi.
I ignored her.
I was supposed to send her money but Bayo had issue with his car.
He sent me a message that he needed to work on his car but having issue with his account.
He requested for seventy thousand but I ended up sending him fifty thousand and he promised to pay back with double.

 

So once Bayo pays me I will send Dammi’s money to her.
Right now I don’t have any money for Dammi.
She should be patient. I’m not running away. Her whole money will get to her with time.

As I lay in bed I decided to call Bayo.



I called him twice before he picked.
He apologized that he was in the bathroom.
After asking me how my day went and few other talks he then said

“Iyawo mi, fumi ni owo..ejoo” (my wife, give me money.. please)

Why is he asking me for money again? The first one I sent he has not sent it back.

“Bayo, mo ni owo oo” ( Bayo, I don’t have money)

“Oh my love. I really need money…my car is still giving me problem. My mechanic just returned it this afternoon and he charged three hundred and fifty thousand. I just need like fifty thousand more to balance him off. I promise to return it in double anytime I fix my account issue. Mo ni ife Keji” ( I love you Keji).

 

I gasped out at the amount he used in fixing his car.

“Emi no ni ife Bayo. ( I love you too Bayo) but I seriously don’t have any more money to give you. I’m sorry about that…

He later said no problem as we talked about other things before the call ended.

I’m yet to receive the first one I lend him and he’s asking for another one again.
He should do and return the fifty thousand I suppose to send to Dammi.

after I was paid, I suppose to send the money to Dammi but my boyfriend needed it and I decided to lend him.

 

I don’t need it doubled, I need it back the way I sent it to him.

I hope he resolve whatever he is trying to resolve in his car soon.

I thought of Phillip.

We had another verbal fight during Amara’s wedding.
He saw Bayo kissing me again after the wedding.
I know he deliberately walked pass where I was sitting with Bayo and saw us.

He wasn’t happy about it.
As I was heading to my hotel room that evening, he suddenly came and pulled me aside.

 

“What exactly do you think you are doing Keji? I’m not against you dating Bayo or whoever but try and know him first before playing your lovey dovey anywhere you want. For Christ sake act like an adult… like a wise woman that you are…

“If insulting me will make you feel better Philip then be my guest. What is your problem with the man I chose to be with? Why are you coming out now and acting like you care…I don’t understand you. You sound so miserable and unhappy. Do I look like your ex… Why are you carrying out your frustrations on me?

He made attempt to hold me but I shake off his hand before moving back from him.

“Keji, I’m sorry with the way I sound. I’m only looking out for you. I deeply cares about you and do not want to see you get hurt…

A voice spoke from the background interrupting Philip.
It was Bayo approaching

“You will be the one to get hurt if you don’t leave my woman alone. Get the hell out of here fool. I only know you through Nnana and I respected you but I can see you don’t deserve any iota of respect. You coming behind my back to woo my woman knowing very well that she is fully mine makes you nothing but a snitch.

 

Philip walked pass me to face Bayo.
Deep down I began to pray that the two men will not exchange blow.

“You will do absolutely nothing Bayo. Because if you crosses my kinda person…I will squash you like an ant with no trace of you on the ground. Stick your tongue to the roof of your mouth, meaning threaten those in your league but never…I mean never ever try it with me. Ask Nnana about me and he will tell you who i am. I truly cares about Keji which was why I try to warn her of your type but since she has made her choice, I will leave her with her fate. Stay outta my way because you just crossed me and I will be looking out for you…

As he tried to walk away Bayo grabbed his hand and said

“Calm down boss. guy, don’t take anything I said serious. I didn’t mean any harm…I..

Philip slapped Bayo’s hand off and replied.

” Take your filthy hands off. Remember to stick to everything I just said. I’m not kidding!

He turned and walked away.

 

“Very proud and egoistic…

I said outlouldy so that he can hear me.
I’m not afraid of him if others are.

” Don’t mind him joor. All this rich igbo kids feeling like they have the entire world in their fingers…orisherishi ( rubbish) mtcheeeeeewwee…

Bayo gave a long heavy sigh before we walked away.

I didn’t see Phil again until we returned back to Abuja.

I dumped the book Mr Kanu gave me and didn’t pick it up until recently when I needed something to distract my mind.

I took it again and resume reading.
This time I became serious with it.

As I resumed work, I ran into Phil like twice, greeted and he replied casually.

He later traveled and is been five weeks now and I haven’t set my eyes on him.

Bayo is based in Lagos while I’m at Abuja.
He wants to come over and see me but I’m not ready for that now.
It will be excessive spending for me.

I’m out to make money. I wonder why he haven’t invited me to Lagos instead.

After sending Bayo money, the remaining money with me will be sent to my mum.

I give my mum stipend every month.

Because Bayo is in another need of money will not make me forfeit the money with me. Never, I still have active brain.

He should pay up the one he owe first so that I can attend to Dammi.

Uzo my friend invited me for her daughter’s birthday.
I will be going by weekend.
I need fresh air before my problems choke me to death.

in this Mr Kanu’s book, Avala should be careful with Tony, Israel is the real guy. Tony is only after her money.
I don’t understand why women makes such expensive mistake in a life partner.

I’m very eager to know how Tony will play her heart like football because of her desperation.
She deserves whatever she gets.

Anyway, hopefully Bayo will do the needful by taking our relationship to next level soon.

Untill then let me continue to hope for a better days.
Hope doesn’t disappoint.

 
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Kellex22: 6:10am On Mar 14
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 7:41pm On Mar 15
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 16.
By AMAH’S HEART.

I took her hands into mine and pat gently.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiled briefly then close them up again.

“You will be alright. I’m really sorry that you have to go through all of this.

She opened her eyes again without looking at me she stared up at the ceiling.

Tears glitters in her eyes. She was struggling to hold it all in, she later let go and it poured down her face.

This was my second day in the hospital. I came since yesterday I heard of the news and I have been here refusing to leave.

Her husband was with her earlier, before he Left he said to me.

“Keji, thank you so much for staying. She needs a friend around. Seeing my sad yet prentious smiling face to ease her up isn’t helping out. She will prefer a close friend instead. I will continue coming to check up on her until the surgery is perfectly done. Is a difficult time for us but my prayer is that nothing will happen to my wife and also my baby.

I massaged her swollen legs and ankle and back to her hand gently.

A nurse walked in and checked on her.
She removed the almost empty drip and hanged another one, injected the tube to her body before leaving.

After sometime, a doctor walked in and checked on her.

He spoke gently to her, smiling as he obviously tries to ease her tension.

“Madam, hope you are not afraid? Don’t be…. just relaxed in about 30 minutes from now we will be moving you to the theater. Is going to be successful, you have nothing to be afraid off. The most important part is for you and the baby to be alright. You are doing far more better than your panicking husband but is well expected. Please relax…. after this last drip then you will be ready. Before then I


and the medical team will continue checking on you.
After the doctor left, I bent my head to say a prayer for my friend.
Because even though the doctor is making it to sound so easy, I know it isn’t easy at all.

When I raised my head, she was staring at me with fear in her eyes.

“Thanks Keji, even if I don’t survive this but I’m really lucky to have a true friend in you.

I quickly hush her.
“Shut up Dammi, stop talking rubbish. You will not only survive, you will carry your baby, nurse and watch her grow. Nothing… absolutely will happen to you. Do you understand me?

She didn’t reply. Instead she looked at me, wiped a tear and said

“Did you know I suffered miscarriage in the first one. I was very angry at myself, at Chike and even at God. I didn’t understand why such will even happen to me. I was calling you during then but you didn’t pick my calls. I needed a friend to talk to…

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry Dammi. I never knew….I thought you were calling because of your money back then. I’m sorry…

I squeezed her shoulder gently. She continued talking.

“…. when I started this pregnancy journey, I was afraid of many uncertain things happening to me. My husband was the one with the faith thing. He kept saying that nothing will happen to our baby. I was afraid that what happened in the first one will happen again but when I passed the danger month I began to muster courage to carry on. Not untill the sixth month and it all started. Complications of different sort. from one medical issue to another. The doctor said they need to perform an urgent cs because both the baby’s life and mine were in danger. But after several other check up, they said if I can complete seven months it will be far easier. Because operating me at six month is fifty fifty, Nothing is certain. I had a personal doctor all through this journey. Alot of money was poured in but my life and that of the baby’s was far more important. At almost seven months they said if the baby stay more than this it will be far too dangerous. I have almost two weeks to complete seven months. The pain I’m passing through is unspeakable. My baby girl will be born premature, she has to live outside my womb, in the incubator for several months before she will be released to us…. that’s if I survive or she survives this whole ordeal. I don’t even know what to tell God. Is it to make me survive or make my child live. What if there’s only one option to this whole thing Keji? I’m scared to the bone and in serious pain. As time ticks, drawing me closer to the main deal…my heart ticks with it. I won’t pretend or lie… Keji, I’m really afraid.

I tried encouraging her. I even prayed for her and all she kept saying was just Amen.
I know she was trying to hang onto something.

It was time and she asked me to continue praying for her. I assured her that I will.
Dammi requested that her husband should be there even though the doctors refused at first but they granted her wish.

Chike even insisted that he will stay and watch how everything is done. He wasn’t going to leave Dammi’s side.

So, only her husband was allowed into the theater.
I sat at the reception and did not stop praying.

I also had fear at some point but i quickly waved it off and continue pleading to God to spare her life and that of the baby.
I beseeched God to make the whole operation to be successful.

I sat alone for several hours, I saw when the husband came out throwing up in the whole passage.

He sat on the ground with his hands on his head.
My heart skipped, my legs began to shake.
While the cleaners went about their business cleaning the whole place I was holding Chike, trying to find out what happened.

He pulled off the medic caps and gloves given, and tore off the uniform, tossed it aside and bent his face.

“Chike what happened? What of Dammi, what of the baby…?

I asked impatiently and worried.

He suddenly threw up again and before I can move back he poured it on my legs.
I wasn’t even a bit irritated or worried my major concern was Dammi and the baby.

“I couldn’t stay. Is..is too gruesome…too bloody…I can’t stay. They were cutting her open Keji. I can’t…is a terrifying sight…I have to run out.

I gasped out in relief. For a second I thought something terrible happened.

Chike doesn’t even have the heart to watch how his wife will be operated on.

On a normal day I could have laugh it off but every where was too tensed.

This men don’t understand the whole trouble most women goes through just to bring forth a baby.
They think is a child’s play.
Many women dies of childbirth, some lost their babies or their womb for same just curse.

Women generally deserve some accolades and not just a pat on the shoulder for the lucky ones though.

He relaxed on my shoulder like a child, I pat his back gently to calm his nerve down.

After few minutes he got himself and sat up. Pacing up and down the corridor like a confused child.
I sat on a chair but when sitting wasn’t helping much I decided to stand by the wall.

For over five hours we were waiting, eight hours later, still waiting. Sleep eluded us as we sat in silence.
We waited without a word, silent surrounded us.
After a little while, Chike started dozing but he was struggling to remain awake.

One of the doctors came out, he looked so worked up.
He was neither frowning or smiling. He called Chike aside, said something to him and Chike followed him immediately.

I ran after him, the doctor said I should go back.

Chike turned and said Dammi and the baby is fine but I’m not allowed to see them yet.
He gave me his car key before going in with the doctor

That was a relief. Dammi and the baby is fine was actually a hugs relief.

I was tasty, hungry, sleepy and very tired.
I decided to rest in Chike’s car while waiting for more info.
I didn’t know when I slept off, it was Chike that woke me up.
I checked the time it was around 3am in the morning.
He said the baby was placed in the incubator that only him and Dammi are allowed to see her.
Dammi was alright but aside him nobody else is allowed to see them.

I stayed till the following morning, Chike bought food and drinks for me. He even said I should go home and rest but I said until I see Dammi I wasn’t going anywhere.

I was allowed to see her the next day. She was still weak and couldn’t speak.
She smiled briefly on seeing me.
That was all I needed.
I smiled right back to her, whispered congratulations to her ear and few more encouraging words.
I left and went home.

It took a lot of struggles but I’m truly happy for Dammi.
She is a mother and her baby will be alright. I can feel that in my spirit.

While back at my quarters, I tried calling Bayo again but he wasn’t picking.

Ever since last week I have called him countless times but he isn’t responding.

Two weeks ago we were talking about our relationship and how the introduction will go.
I was the Master planner and he agrees to every suggestion that I raise.
He later asked me for a hundred and twenty thousand which he needed urgently for something.

I told him that I don’t have such amount of money on me.
Already, I have sent over three hundred and eighty thousand naira to him
For every money I sent he promised to return it back but the more I send the money the more he demand. he is always in an urgent need.

I haven’t received anything from him except “I love you Keji”

If your partner does not have, you are meant to support him, Vice versa.
Which is exactly what I did but he kept asking.

He traveled down ones to see me. Spent three days and Left. Expenses was all on me.
I clocked thirty one years a month ago, he forgot my birthday even after telling him a night before.
I have to remind him again.
Little things like this matters but he isn’t taking me serious like I take him.

I’m still owning Dammi. After the fifty thousand I sent to her, I later sent another fifty making it hundred.
I haven’t sent another dime ever since then.
Is been Bayo needing money for one thing or the other.
I borrowed fifty thousand from Stella just to send to Bayo when he needed money very urgent.

I finished Mr Kanu’s book and it was very interesting.
Ava was deceived and her heart manipulated into getting married to Tony who duped her and almost got away with it.
Ava was desperate and thought Tony was better off than Israel after moving down to Jalingo.
But Tony was cunning and a big liar who deceived her.
It turned out Israel was a better one than her almighty Tony.
But by the time she retuned back to Israel it was already too late.

The writer did a great job by passing a clear warning to ladies especially singles.
When next I want to read another story then Amah’s Heart will be a pick for me.

I’m not desperate or foolish like Avala.

I only want to settle down soon because age is no longer on my side.
Bayo maybe testing me, he maybe trying to know if I’m materialistic or after his wealth.

He may be trying to know if I’m a marriageable type. His constant asking me for cashcould all be a test.

He mentioned it the last time I sent him hundred thousand.
He said I should not panic or worry anytime he needs money from me that he might be using it to try the kind of woman that I am.

It was around hundred and fifty thousand back then when he made that Statement.

I later sent him one hundred thousand and continued sending.



Bayo probably thinks I’m a rich Lady, because I don’t understand why he will be asking me for money almost every time despite knowing that I’m just a common cook and kitchen assistance.

Ever since I told him that I don’t have the hundred and twenty thousand that he requested, he turned cold.
Hardly picks my calls or replies my message.

Well, let me not conclude yet, I will keep watching to see what is happening with him.

I told Dammi to be patient with me and I will pay her all her money.
she never mention or remind me about her money like she used to do earlier.

I know now that she and Chike has run so much expenses she will be in need of money .
I will find a way and arrange her money without she asking me.

Is more than a year already I borrowed the money from her.
If not for Bayo I could have paid her all off.

Philip retuned from London last week. He was there for several months.

Whenever I greet him he responds fine. But that’s all to it.

Ever since he returned he has been entertaining friends that comes around.

Two has visited, a lady first then a guy came three days ago.

I wish Bayo will take everything I told him concerning our marriage rituals serious.

He agreed when I suggested the introduction first but he later asked for money and I truly doesn’t have any money to spare.
He’s draining and making me not to have savings of my own.
I still manage to send money to my Mom every month but it is has become a struggle.
I know I have given Bayo more than four hundred thousand if I include the urgent five or ten thousand naira to fuel either his generator or for his car.

It was as if I’m working for Bayo.
i hate to turn him down.
Since he was going to be my husband to be if God approves it then is very normal for me to help.

Three weeks later I visited Dammi, she was back home but the baby was still in the hospital.
We spoke extensively that day.
I was afraid that she will mention her money but she didn’t.

As I was about to leave she said.

“Keji, I know I have been a jerk. A real life jerk. You are both a friend indeeds and in need. I don’t want to say much but I’m returning back the hundred thousand you sent to me and adding extra hundred to it. Which means I will be paying you two hundred thousand. Please I’m cancelling all the debt… you deserve much more Keji. I’m sorry for all my unruly behavior towards you. Thanks for accommodating my excess nonsense. You are kind and patient, I pray that your husband to be will also be as nice and loving as you are. Thank you Keji… for everything… Oshe oremi. (Thank you my friend)

I try to reject the offer but Dammi insisted.
I couldn’t thank her enough as I Left.

Marriage and childbearing has really taught Dammi a great deal.

I later sent the money to Bayo just to make him happy.
We started talking again. I reminded him about our plans and he promised to proceed but he asked me to give him time.

He asked for one hundred and twenty I decided to send him one hundred and fifty thousand instead
He didn’t still call after sending the money.
I had to call just to ask him if he received the money.

He said that he could have called but was busy with work.
He apologized and thanked me.

“I was in serious need of two hundred thousand though but since you said you don’t have I didn’t want to disturb. Even though this one you sent is not up to what I wanted but it will go a long way. Oshe ifemi. ( Thanks my love)

We resumed our love lives again.
And preparetion was ongoing on how he will go and see my people.

He one day said he wanted to take his time in doing things but I was forcing him.

There is nothing like force here, we are not children. Why are we together if not for a purpose.
Dating him and sending my money to him is because I wanted a future with him.

A woman has picked his call like three times but he later said that is his sister that comes around often
I didn’t make big deal out of it because I wanted a future with him.

I’m not forcing him because I’m not really desperate.
I just wanted to get married. Let it not look like my own case is different from my friends.
I’m not desperate in anyway, Or am I?
Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 7:43pm On Mar 15
Episode 16 Continuation


My story is not even related to Avala. Ava was desperate and believed Tony’s empty Promises.
I can’t be that foolish

Bayo later apologise and we talked about the how it will be like.
He even mentioned the color of the day and I was really pleased because he became so serious with the whole thing.

It continues like this, I was very happy and went about my daily business excitedly.
I bought a ring and wore. So that they will see that I’m engaged already.

I even told those who cares to listen that I will soon be traveling to Ibadan for my introduction.
The news started flying as many started congratulating me.
I was super excited and kept jumping around like frog.
People like Ijeoma who still doesn’t like me didn’t have a word to say except.

“Oh finally he decided to do introduction on your head? You have been making mouth for several months now, almost a year concerning your so called man, I was sick and tired of it. Because with the way you make mouth I thought he would have married you ever since. Sha congratulations… let it not be like I did not congratulate you. Atleast we will all all rest from your constant reminder of this your husband to be. Our ears will finally rest.

She indirectly still congratulate me. I don’t care about the rest of the things she said.
She will learn to respect me ones I get married.

Bayo is probably very rich and testing me and now that I have passed his test he then understood that I’m a wife material.

I had so many exciting thoughts as I kept making arrangements of my upcoming marriage introduction.

I returned from work to my quarters one evening and saw several Missed calls both from Bayo and one other new number.

I decided to call Bayo first, a woman picked up and started cursing.

“Ashawo (prostitute) so you have been the one selling your cheap self to my husband? Wait let me ask you a question, has men finished from your planets? is it only Bayo…my husband that is the only remaining man in your miserable world?

I was confused, I removed the phone from my ear and recheck the caller again.
It was still Bayo.
What’s going on?

“Hello madam… who are you?

I asked with a shaking tone

“So you’re this stupid and foolish not to know who i am. Okay, let me tell you… I’m Mrs Bayo, we have two lovely children. I just gave birth last week making it two. My husband is a good husband who gives me and the kids whatever we need. He said that you have been sending him money so that he can leave me and marry you? You are a desperate witch….ashawo. you want to divide my home abi…it won’t work. I don’t care how two of you met or how long this whole rubbish thing has been going on but if you ever calls my husband again then I will go extra miles for you. Oloshi (thief)… Cheap ashawo (prostitute)like you…

She started cursing me.
I quickly ended the call
I was trying to understand what exactly just happened.

Could it be another test from Bayo or is this real?

I decided to send him a message but to my greatest surprised he used a woman and two children, one is still a new born baby as his profile.
He even added family time out in his status.
I chatted with him to demand explanation of what exactly was going on but he didn’t reply any of my chats.

I called him and the same woman picked up.

“Cheap slut! Ashawo so you shamelessly called him again eeeh! You unfortunate bastard…. you will not die well o. For trying to destroy my marriage you will regret it. Bribing a man to leave his home to marry you… desperate olosho. If I’m ready for you, I will look for you in any ant hole that you are. My husband said you are in Abuja, I have friends in Abuja that can dig you up and mess you real up. I will share your pictures all around Abuja, pay advertising agency to broadcast your cheap ass out. If I’m ready to deal with you, nothing will stop me. You messed with the wrong woman ashawo… desperate slut…

I ended the call as She continued cursing.
There was a number that called me earlier, I decided to call it.

“…Yes, is still me oo. Ashawo one kobo. Sending money to a married man with family and begging him to marry you… Cheap slut. As far as you drink water and walk on this same ground that I’m standing on you will suffer greatly for trying to bring my home down….

I quickly interrupted.

“Your curse will only work if I know what exactly you are talking about. Bayo never mentioned to me that he was married or acted like he has a family. Your curse will go back to you and to your idiotic of a husband. I never paid him to marry me..he told me that he needed mone…..y…

She was still cursing without even trying to hear me out.

She ended the call while I was still speaking.

I tried calling back to return back all her curses in double fold but they have blocked me in both lines.

I walked round my room like a mad woman.
Tearing down things angrily.

I threw my phone to the wall and it smashed.
I fell to the ground and broke down crying.

This is not the route I wanted to take, no this is not how I planned my life.
Bayo has just killed me. Bayo has destroy me into pieces.
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“Bayooooooo…..!

 

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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 3:46pm On Mar 19
MORENIKEJI
Episode 17

 

 

It took me two days before I was able to resume back to work.
I lied that I wasn’t feeling well.

The whole thing that happened was like a bad night mare.
Everyday I wake up I still wonder if is real or a prank.

Could it be a test, a prank or some expensive joke?
the more I try to make excuses for the whole ordeal the more reality sets in.

Bayo was gone, not only gone he went with all my money
My sweat and toil, all my hard earned money went along with him.

Who do I even blame now?
God, for not revealing it to me.

Me, for refusing to see all the signs but continued wallowing in self pity. age was against me, time too and I spent all my resources in the relationship already. Leaving wasn’t even an option for me because of everything I put into the relationship.

 

Should I blame Bayo, for deceiving me? leading me on when he was a married man.

Philip, for contributing to all of this. He has a hand in everything that happened. He never reciprocate my love or warned me off Bayo.
He tries to warn me quiet alright but he didn’t put seriousness to it.
I hate him.

I hate everyone, I even hate myself right now.

I feel like a failure, a big time cursed human.

Why do bad things keep happening to me?
When I was living my life the way I please in the past, I don’t care about anybody’s opinion. I was very fine back then.
I changed men as I please and was very selective too.
A man that is not good looking, both physically and pocket wise can’t smell close to me.
I was unruly and wayward but all of this is just to make ends meet. To belong among the Abuja big chics.
Abuja big girls was a big name to reckon with. that was


why I engaged in different paparazzi.
But after meeting Philip both my mindsets and behaviour began to change for good.
I clocked thirty and decided to drop all of this big girl nonsense thingy and get serious with my life.
God being so kind, I got a job, paid my dues and took a u-turn to become dependent.
A total different route.

I was happy and fulfilled, I dropped pride or whatever that will be a hindrance to my self acclaimed changed being.

I was very serious with my work and never joke with it.
My love for Philip was neither cold nor hotter than usual.

I still tried to be noticed but he had his class, league and calibre of ladies he mingles with.
I wasn’t in line, definitely not a staff in his house.

 

I decided to forget Philip by getting to know Kunle, but Kunle is a proud womanizer, he will push me back to my old lifestyle that I have already trashed.

That’s not the kind of man I want, I didn’t even want to have anything to do with him and his money.

I left and Bayo was another option.
He was funny, and quiet entertaining.
He didn’t seem like he can hurt a fly. He makes me feel special and Pampers me like a baby.

He was not just from my tribe he was my kinda man with everything he portrayed.

I didn’t believe he can do any wrong which was why I shun Philip for trying to talk me out of my relationship with Bayo.

Which was why I refused to see the clear handwriting on the wall.
Or how Avala’s story was related to mine.
Mr Kanu must have been led by God to give me that empty Promises by Amah’s Heart.

It was as if he saw it coming and also tries to warn me.

 

God must have warned me through the book but I didn’t see how my life tale was related to Ava in any way.
It was after the whole incident that it started playing out in my head.

All along, the warning was clear but I was the one that refused to adhere to it.

I feel so stupid. Bayo took my money. Over three hundred thousand that could have been very useful to me.
The money Dammi gave me also went down with it.
How can I be this foolish. I’m a smart, Loving intelligent lady.
How did I fall victim to Bayo without applying the caution button

How! How! Just how?

Tears clouded my eyes as I began cutting the carrots with so much vexation.

 

We will be having fried rice with garnished turkey for dinner.
Stella said I will make the fried rice while Ijeoma will make the garnished turkey.

I have cut and washed every thing that will be used
It remains only the cutting of carrots.

I just can’t think straight or understand why Bayo will dupe me like this.

Since I was the only one in the kitchen, I began talking outlould to myself as I pause from cutting the carrots.

“A whole me was scammed by a Yoruba demon. Aaaah! Bayo my God will judge you. What do I tell everyone now after broadcasting that I was getting married. I even wore a ring to make it all seem official…aaah Bayo!. Wha…

“Oke abala na onya” (the rat has entered trap)

 

Somebody spoke behind me. I quickly wiped tears from my eyes before turning.
lo and behold Ijeoma grinning from ear to ear as if she just won a jackpot.
She said something in Igbo of which I don’t understand.

I don’t know how long she has been in the kitchen and listening to me.

She started singing in Igbo as she went about her assigned business.

She probably didn’t hear anything I said which will be great.
I can’t stand the shame that will come thereafter if people finds out what happened.

 

She started defrosting the turkey that she removed from the deep freezer.
she did not stop singing.

I went back to cutting the carrots and paid her no heed.

“Ndi heartbreaker una Weldon, una do well. Chim gozie unu oo(heartbreakers well done, my God will bless you all)

She was singing it as song and dancing along.

Could it be she heard something from me?

“…ha merre ya wayo…agbogo nsi na o ma ihe, mana omaghi ihe obula…(they have deceived her o. A young lady that said she knows something but she knows nothing)

She continued to sing in her local dialect but I didn’t understand anything.

I ignored.
She came to stand beside me as she continued singing.
She placed her tray and other items beside mine. She looked at me and laughed.
I turned to her and said

“Ijeoma, why are you putting hands in my mouth to check if I have teeth? Is this the only table in this kitchen? Take your stuffs and move to the table that you were before. Or is there something you want to tell me then say it like you usually do and leave me alone. I’m not in the mood for your nonsense…

 

“Why are you cutting carrot like a child? Look at carrot everywhere in this kitchen… you don’t know how to do anything. Even to keep one small relationship like that you still fail. Was it the carrots that break your heart…? Carry your ugly self and frustrations to your fellow onye ofe mmanu. Leave those innocent carrots alone oo.

Obviously she overheard me earlier.

“You with your tone, song and dialect sounds stupid. Get out of my sight.

I said angrily, she retorted back.

“Listen to this Igbo adage “agwa bu mma” your attitude is your beauty. Your beauty shouldn’t be centered on physically body. You don’t have attitude or even know how to keep a man. You have failed as a woman. You bought a ring and engage yourself? Haa! Shame on you Keji… Shame..shame o. Wait till everyone hears that your over hyped wedding crashed into pieces without any trace and the worst part is that your fellow tribal man, your so called husband to be deceived you so easily because you are gullible, very easy to manipulate and he even took your money and disappear along with him. I wish I know how much was involved so that I will know how to package the gossip. Biko nnem, (please my lady) how much did you give to this your criminal of a husband?

I turned to her angrily and put a middle finger to her face before returning to what I was doing.

“Wait oo. The middle finger that you showed me does that mean 1million? Oh, he collected one whole million from you with the pretense that he will marry you? Haaa! Keji you are too desperate… Why na? Why are you desperate like this eeh. You are a desparado…nawa oo. I thought you have brain in that your coconut head? I thought with the way you run your mouth and behave that you will be smart…but the real fact is that you are a real mugu. Foolish girl… you don’t have sense. No Igbo girl will do this kind thing. Chukwu aju (God forbid) the guy just press your mumu button small you fell facedown…haaa! You are an embarrassment to womanhood. You are a big disgrace to…

Before she could complete her sentence I gave her a heavy slap right on her wide mouth.

She was shocked but without wasting time she retaliated and slapped me back.

She took the tray of carrots and poured on me.
I was trying to control my temper I could have used the knife that was on the table and stab her.
The idea came heavily but I was struggling not to consider.
I took a ceramic deep plate, something i laid my hands on and break it on her head.
She screamed in anguish and grabbed the knife lying carelessly on the table

I started moving back but she was coming at me with force.

Stella rushed inside followed by others.

They asked Ijeoma to dropped the knife but she refused.

 

She threaten anybody that comes close.

She threw the Sharp knife at me, I used my hand to dodge it but it sliced through my arm.
I began to bleed.
Ijeoma touched her swollen head where I hit her the ceramic plate and noticed small blood.
The evil lady grabbed a local pestle to hit me but the security came in on time to collect it from her hand.

They collected every weapon lying carelessly around

Philip rushed down with his mother.
His Dad was not home

” Are you ladies insane. What is the meaning of all this?

Philip shouted angrily.



“Ijeoma, Keji do you both want to kill yourselves?
Mrs Kanu asked surprised.

“What led to all this…? Stella asked as she picked up tray from the ground.

” Whatever happened can wait, they need to get cleaned up. I’m calling Doc right away so that their injuries can be attended to.

 

Phil’s Mum said as she began dialing number.

” I’m sorry Madam, I’m sorry boss. Keji attacked me first just because i questioned her on why she was throwing the carrots everywhere. Her fake husband to be scammed her off her money… she gave him a million naira so that he can marry her but he disappeared with the money. She even bought ring to engage herself. Which explained why she did not resume work for two days. Keji finally resumed today only to start throwing carrots everywhere. I peacefully asked her not to do that and she raised hand and slapped me…

The people that where gathered began to murmur among themselves.

 

“You are a fool Ijeoma, a senseless fool. I said angrily not minding who was there.

Philip stepped closer and pointed a finger to my face.

“You dare not insult anyone in front of my Mum. Learn some upbringing and apologies for your wrong doing…

“Let her be Philip. The doctor will be here soon. . His mother said.

“Violence such as fight, exchange of words and insult of any sort is not tolerated here. Theirs a consequence for every action. You can do that outside this compound but ones you set your foot here learn to comport yourselves. Stop acting like a Nigerian untrained tout in this place. We all are like family and if you no longer want to be part of us then leave. Go to somewhere else and display your madness but not here.

Phil said as he looked at everyone eyeball to eyeball but mostly on me and Ijeoma.

…”everyone should return to his or her duty post. I don’t want to hear anybody talking or gossiping over whatever just happened here today. Am I understood?

They all chorused

 

“Yes boss”. Before leaving one after the other.

Only him with his Mom, Stella, Ijeoma and I were left.

“Keji, I don’t really care about whatever happened or how it happened but learn to manage your anger and mind your use of words. Am I clear?

I took off my apron and cap dump it on the table and said.

“To hell with you Philip…

He stared at me in shock.
Everyone present was surprised.
I continued.

“…You said we are one family here but you scolded me more than Ijeoma because she’s Igbo right? You took her side without hearing me out. Family shebi? but you knew from onset that Bayo was married with kids yet you didn’t warn me like you will do to your sisters. Yes you will say you tried warning me but I refused to listen. If I was your sister or someone very close to your family you will spill it all out whether I want to hear it or not. Phil I know for sure that you will go extra mile to prevent the person from such scandalous relationship. But in my own case you did nothing. You left me to my fate and gradually waited to hear the results just like it was declared now. Congratulations, you won. I will take my leave…I don’t need any doctor. I can treat myself…

 

I started walking away.
Mrs Kanu stopped me by the door.

“Is been a year already that you have been with us Keji. You are like a daughter to me. I took likeness the first day I saw you. In this place, there’s no discrimination. Like you already know, we have almost all the tribe here. We have Dauda by the gate, he’s hausa. We have Mensa the pool boy, he’s a Ghanian. We have Upendo, he’s a gardner from Cameroon. Bassey is from Calabar, he’s one of the guards working with Dauda. we have Ola, she’s a housekeeper, a beautiful Yoruba lady. She was single when she started working here five years ago, Adeola is married with a son. And so many others. We’re all one. Others can attest to that. My son, Philip didn’t do well like he should have. Pardon him for that….

Philip interrupted.

“Mum…I wa…

The mother stopped him from speaking by raising a hand in the air.

“… I’m not finished. I apologise for everyone misbehaviour towards you Keji. Also sorry for whatever trauma you are presently going through. You are a strong woman and I know you will be alright. If you need to take time off work, then do so. Resume whenever you are fit and ready. Take two weeks off, it won’t affect your normal pay in anyway. Your wages remains intact.

 

She said the last part smiling. Her demeanor calmed my raging heart down.

Philip walked away.
Stella moved closer and threw her hands around me.

She straightened and said.

“Ijeoma gave you a tough time yet you tolerated all her trouble. For you to have reacted today only means she might have pushed you to the wall. Don’t mind her, she’s only jealous of you.

Ijeoma said something, probably in Igbo but I didn’t hear her and did not care.

Mrs Kanu asked Ijeoma to go and meet the doctor who just arrived so that her wound will be attended to.
As she left, Mrs Kanu followed her behind.
Stella whispered into my ear.

“…My cousin, Emeka is still available. He’s trusted and confirmed… No scam. He will spend on you not you spending on him. Let me know if you reconsidering the offer…

 

I smiled and replied.
“Is an interesting offer. I will think about it…
Stella laughed out happily. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Since Mrs Kanu insisted that I take sometime off to get my sanity back I decided to do so.

I thanked her and apologies for my outburst of anger.

I went back to my house.
After two days at home I became bored and decided to visit Dammi.

They just returned from the hospital where they went to check the baby.

 

“She will be coming home by next weekend. I’m so excited Keji. I will finally have my baby fully to myself. I’m really excited… you need to see the nursery, her room is so…so girly. My husband and I named her Andrea, the brave one. She fought bravery to stay alive. Her Igbo name is Ada because she is the first daughter or Ugo which means eagle. She was in the incubator for four freaking months, just imagine the kind of money we poured in just to keep her breathing. Is not even about the money, I just thank God we have it to spend. I’m finally going to have my Ada Ada all to myself….oluwa ese oo (i thank God)

I was happy for her as she talked none stop about her daughter whom they named Ugo or Ada.

She asked about me and I didn’t want to spoil her excitement. I just told her that I’m home to rest for few days. I briefed her about the incident with Bayo and she felt sorry for me.

There was something in my heart that I have been wanting to tell her.
It doesn’t seem like a perfect time but I need to let her know never the less.

I could have waved it off since it happened in the past but I wanted to be free for conscience sake.

 

“I have two confession Dammi. One is that I have always been jealous of you…I mean you seem to have it all. A good, well to do man who loves you while me on the other hand suffers from one relationship to another. I wanted my own Chike too but I ended up with a fraudster like Bayo. But I have come to realize that God’s appropriate time is the best. Another one is that I was the thief that stole your new shoes that Chike sent from london… The..

Dammi interrupted.

“You don’t mean it. Did you know that initially i kind of suspected it but later waved it off. That means my instinct were right. As for that jealous part, is normal. I used to envy you greatly. I mean you are good at almost everything. Beautiful, elegant, accommodating, classic and many other unique qualities. While me on the other hand can’t do anything right. I was jealous of you too Keji. I Remember taunting you during my wedding but you took no offense, I remember few other occasions I said things just to get you angry but you never react. You condol my nonsense behavior and still refer to me as a friend. You hardly get pissed off. I’m more of a bad person than you are and I’m sorry Keji. So if you can forgive me then I will forgive you anything which includes future sin.

We both burst out laughing.

 

“… Keji take whatever that is mine, if you fancy it and will like to have it then go ahead. You accomodated me, took care of my feeding and excesses. It was through you I got to know Chike. You got me a job, it was while I was at the same job you got for me that I met Chike. You deserve everything good Keji. Believe me, true love will find you soon because you deserve to be loved and taken care off…am I communicating?

She asked while smiling and winking at me in a funny way.

I wiped a tear as Bayo’s incident came rushing back.
She draw me into a hug
The warm hug did the magic. I felt a bit relieved before going home.

I also visited Uzo and her family.
They were happy to see me just like I was also

After a week past, three more days for me to return back to work.
I was at home watching a television series when I heard a knock on my door.

I went to the door to open. My heart skipped multiple times when I saw Philip.

I stood at the door speechless.

“Chike’s wife gave me your address after I visited them. Can I come in? He asked

I nodded without a word as I leave the way for him to enter.

I was speechless as he walked past me into my small living room to sit down.

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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 11:23pm On Mar 21
MORENIKEJI
Episode 18
By AMAH’S HEART

 

 

“….well, I’m surprised that you of all people will descend so low to come down to my local area. with all your class and calibre. you decided not to communicate whatever it is over the phone but come all the way down to my house. I don’t know if I should be excited or worried with this your surprise visit.

He remains seated without making any effort to reply me. Focusing his eyes on the television.

 

He hasn’t said anything since he came in, I have been the only one talking like parrot.
He looked around my sitting room and made a face.

“…let me guess, my living room is not even close to the size of your closet and can’t be compared to your dog house…

He looked up at me and made a smirking annoying face but still didn’t say anything as he returns his look back to the TV.

I was very annoyed with his silence. His quiet demeanor was torturing.

“… why are you here…what do you want from me that can’t wait until I resume in two days from now. why do you come looking for me…?

He straightened from his chair and then said.

“Finally, you asked. I came to check on how you are doing Keji. Stop trying to sound angry, irritated with me at your place. I’m not your enemy. if you don’t want me around all you need to do is to say so and I will be on my way.

I have already said too much. Deep within I’m very happy that he came but I did not want to show it.
I was still a bit crossed with him for not going the extra mile to warn me about Bayo. My pain is visible and fresh.

 

Philip actually did his best in trying to talk me out of dating Bayo but I wasn’t willing to listen.

But I still blame him because I needed


to blame somebody for what happened to me.
I know quiet alright that I caused it but I have enough guilt, loss and pain. I definitely don’t want to add another to the cap.
Phil will have to share in the blame.
Why did he say what he just said? He sounded so proud and egoistic again.

He thinks I like the fact that he came around.
Yes, I actually do but I need to act like I don’t.
He may start feeling like a god if I let him know that I truly appreciate him coming by.

“Phill, if you want to leave then you are very free. I didn’t invite you in the first place and still do not understand your reason for visiting…”

He smiled and said.

“Keji, i need you to tell me to leave your house and I will.

He stared at me with a straight face. Daring me to say it.

 

“Phil leave my house”

I said without thinking.
I need to say it so that he will understand that I don’t really need him.
Well, I actually do but I’m still hurting and do not need any man to torment me further.
He is egoistic and I won’t be the one to add a feather to his cap.

When he stood and started moving to the door, my heart was beating.
I wanted to stand by the door and apologies for running my mouth at him but instead I held my two hands together as he move gently to the door.
I wanted to prevent him from leaving but he looks so determined to leave.

I couldn’t hold it all in anymore, I decided to stop him just as he was about to get to the door. I need to stop him from leaving

“Phi…Phill.. please wai…
he paused and said

“Yes Keji, did you changed your mind?

“No, I mean…ye…no. I didn’t change my mind. I wanted to say thank you for stopping by anyway. Don’t come next time. You can’t relate in my world neither will you understand…

 

He nodded and continued to the door.
That wasn’t what I wanted to say but the wrong thing came out of my mouth.
My own pride too was getting on the way.
He held the door knob and instead of opening it he suddenly turned and said to me.

“I didn’t get exactly what you said. Did you mean I should come again or I shouldn’t come again?

I ignored him. I had tears burning my eyes and choking my throat. If I say anything I may end up embarrassing myself.
I waited for him to leave so that I can go and sulk like an unfortunate child.

He suddenly turned and walked back to the sitting room, instead of sitting down he was walking around like he was searching for something.

“What are you doing? I asked forming angry.

“Looking for your refrigerator… don’t you have one? Instead of you to ask me what I will drink or eat you are asking me to leave and you expected me to leave just like that. Please, give me a break. Where is your refrigerator let me take the honor of serving myself a drink…

“Is in the kitchen but don’t go. My kitchen Is not even close to the size of your smallest storehouse… Anyway, i will bring drink for you.

I eyed him angrily but I wasn’t a bit angry. Rather I was bubbling with happiness that he didn’t leave.

I brought water to him with peanut because that’s the only drink and snacks I have in my fridge.

I will be going back to work in two days time, there was no need of storing perishable things in my small fridge.
The groundnut was mostly added whenever I want to drink garri. I bought it for that purpose.

He took a sip from the cup of water and drop it back to the tray.

 

“Don’t you have food in this house” he asked without looking at me.

“I ate bread with egg sauce in the morning. I planned making either yam porridge or yam with red oil and pepper. I’m still contemplating before you came… should I go ahead?

“Okay, I have all day to spend here. Let me assist you in making it. Maybe I will cut the yam while you do the rest. Fetch me an apron and kitchen gloves…

He said standing up.

“I don’t have apron or gloves here. My place is a total different setting and package from yours.

He nodded and said.

“Or maybe we should order for pizza or some Chinese food. If you want anything you can aswell include in the order…

I told him to do whatever he feels like.

He ordered some food, I sat in the next arm chair close to his.

 

We both pretend like we were watching the television.
After some time he said.

“I have something I really wanted to ask. Is okay if you take offense but still answer me any way. So, is it true that you paid Bayo a million Naira just to marry you?

I ignored him at first but later said.

“What is your reason for asking by the way? If I said Bayo collected huge amount of money from me all with pretense will you believe me? I never paid him to marry me, I only lend him money as he asked, hoping to get it back from him even if is just fifty percent….but I got nothing. It wasn’t upto a million though but it was all that I had. Bu…but is all good. Bayo is gone and so is my money… I’m trying to move on, I really don’t need a reminder.

From my side view I can see him looking at me.
I pretend to focus on the television as I fought tears pushing forward.

I hate to remember everything that Bayo took from me.

 

My precious time, my hard earned money, my self esteem and some part of my heart.
It hurt so much that I have been chasing shadow all this while.

“I’m sorry Keji. I never meant or wish to see you hurt. I tried…I tried to warn you about Bayo but you kept pushing me away. I meant well for you but you saw me as the enemy and Bayo as the angel. I never knew who Bayo was, I asked Nnana about him and he said he was into car dealership, he works for Nnana’s father’s friend and likes tagging along with the rich and famous. Driving different exotic cars all in the name of sampling them. He wasn’t even Nnana’s friend but they allowed him to tag along anyway. You probably got deceived with his flashy lifestyle not knowing you were treading on a dangerous ground. I didn’t even know that he has a family…I mean children. I knew he was married… Nnana told me, after I learnt about it, I rushed down to warn you to stay away from him. I met you talking with some ladies that day…do you remember? But at the end you refused to listen or believe whatever I said. It was a gross sight when I saw both of you kissing in public. I decided to leave you to your fate then. maybe, I could have tried harder, kidnap you and disappear… that’s the only better option left to…

 

I burst out laughing amidst tears.

“You just cracked me up Phil. I’m glad you came. It wasn’t your fault in anyway…it was all mine. I just needed somebody to blame for my misfortune. I’m really sorry for everything I said back at your house during the altercation with Ijeoma. I never meant for any of that. I…I felt so helpless and vulnerable after the heartbreak with Bayo. The worst part is that it was his wife that called to curse and insult me. And it hurts me even more that I poured all my life savings into Bayo’s pocket thinking I was helping a lifetime partner…. anyway, I’m getting used to it all and moving on.

He bent his head and didn’t speak immediately.
He later raised his face up and said.

“Don’t worry Keji, you will be fine. But Bayo will not get away with this criminal act…I will make sure of that.

Our food delivery arrived.
Phil didn’t eat much, I stuffed myself up.
All this days I have not been having appetit to eat much.
But seeing Philip makes my stomach to suddenly opened up.

He was watching and smiling.
After food, I cleared the whole place before returning to my seat.

“Did you remember the night we kissed…



My heart skipped a little, I tried not to look at him.

 

“…i wasn’t sure of what I really felt for you until that night. I still tried to wave it off and not even think about it or lead you along but after you left for Amara’s wedding, I began to wish you were around, i even wish I can steal another kiss from your lips again. I was in a hurry to travel down just to see you again and tell you everything I felt…but by the time I arrived, Bayo had stolen the show.

I looked up at him and quickly looked away.

“… Keji, I’m not much of a talker and I don’t easily fall in love. My parents… everyone looks up to me for different reasons and I don’t want to disappoint them which was why I guild my heart with all diligent. My Dad will skin me alive if I end up with the wrong woman. He has coached me ever since I was little. We were all based in London back then, my Dad sent me home after my PhD. He asked me to come and take charge and foresee things. I stayed home for four years with only the home staffs and office staffs before my parents returned home. My Dad was super proud of me. I employed majority of the staffs which was why they referred to me as boss instead of my Dad. You can call me mummy’s boy, yes…I am. Mum is my biggest supporter and for her to have scolded me in front of the domestic staffs because of you..it means she has a soft spot for you. I thought it was going to be Amara, I loved her and thought she felt the same but I sensed her coldness and knew something was amidst. I have to let her move on to be with whoever she loves. My Dad will say that whatever is meant to be will definitely be…

 

I chuckled and said
“Yes, you ones told me that. Did you sensed my likeness for you or yo…

I kept quiet and couldn’t speak further. he said

“Yea, you made it quiet obvious at some point. But I deliberately did not want to encourage you. I’m used to ladies gushing over me. no, I’m not prouding…

The way he raised his two hands up, I burst out laughing and he laughed also.

“…Keji, I just didn’t want to lead you blindly when I wasn’t sure of what exactly I felt for you. I’m discipline and hate to see people hurt, ladies especially. I felt jealous in a way when you revealed going out with Kunle… that wasn’t expected of me but I felt bad for some odd reason. I then realized that I was getting attached to you and decided to retract my steps. Then fortunately, I kissed you and the whole feeling started flooding back to my fragile chest…

He started laughing while holding his chest and I joined.
Philip is really handsome. When he laughs it felt so infectious.

“…When I traveled to London, I almost started another relationship over there but for some odd reasons again it didn’t work out before I returned home. I have watched you Keji, you are selfless, loving, hardworking and many other qualities. I’m not after beauty only because I have seen different types…

 

He paused. Stood and put hand in his pocket.
He brought out an envelope and stretched it out towards me

“Here… have it.

“What is it?
I said while collecting the envelope from him.

I opened it and saw a cheque

“,It may not cover everything you loss to Bayo, but it will give you a head start…

I opened the cheque and saw five hundred thousand.

I almost screamed out my intestines.

“,Phil, I can’t accept this, is…is too much. Don’t worry, i have already believe it to be my loss. If I resume work, I will be able to start saving again. You and your mother has done too much already…I can’t accept this huge offer….no, I can’t…

He insisted, and said his mother is aware and will not be happy if I don’t accept the cheque.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
Emotion came rushing back to my throat.

I felt a tear drop that I couldn’t hold back.
I felt like prostrating on the ground.

He came to hold me, he drew me gently to his arm, wipe my tear and kissed my forehead.

 

I rested my head on his chest.

“If I resume work eeh, I will do everything I can to please everyone. I’m ready to do all the work in that house, both security, pool man job, housekeeper, gardener, car washer, I don’t know how to drive I would have even become your driver. I will do everything possible to merit this money that I don’t deserve. Is not anybody’s fault that I lost my money, it was rather my foolishness. So, I really don’t deserve this huge offer but I will work so hard to make sure I merit it. Phil, oh Phil…. thank you so much…I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know how to thank you and your parents that took me in as their’s… I’m just… speechless.

He wiped another tear from me and said quietly.

“I don’t want you to come back to work.

I stepped away from him and stare in shock.

“Why? Are you sacking me..? Or you have already sacked me Phil? I thought your Mom said I can return? Is the cheque a sent forth money or dismissal money? You can’t do this to me, I want to continue my work… I’m meant to resume in two days. All this long talk…I guess you didn’t know the best way to tell me that I have being sacked right? Philip please, don’t do this to me…I will do anything. I know this five hundred thousand will go along way, I’m grateful for it really but I need my job back. I don’t want to get a sack letter from you or your amazing mom. I wronged everyone and… and I’m sorry. My emotions ran out of check… I’m sorry. Give me another chance to work atleast two months, and win back the heart of everyone that I offend. Even Ijeoma inclusive. I don’t know what Ijeoma told you or your mother but…

He stood and said

“Enough… enough Keji. No one sacked you… nobody.

He moved closer to me, draw me to himself and kissed me. He released me, straightened and kissed me again for a longer time…

 

He looked at me, eyeball to eyeball and said calmly.

“This is the reason why I don’t want you to be a domestic staff in my house. I love you Keji. I don’t need a soothsayer to prove it anymore. Do you love me?… Keji…?

I was mute, my head remains bent.
He didn’t release me from his arms, he continued holding onto me.

“… please answer me Keji. If you don’t have any feeling at all…is still okay by me, you can return to work and I will return to UK to cool off my head. by the time I come I will probably be alright to look at you and feel nothing… Because I can’t possibly be living in the same house and pretending like you don’t exist. So Keji, I ask again…do you love me?

I couldn’t speak so I nodded that I do love him.

“…I need you to say it… with your mouth. If you love me say it, if you don’t…. still say it. I’m serious Keji, this is no time to joke around…

“I’m not joking around Phil. I do love you…loved you way back before you even noticed me… and still loves you.

He kissed me and I did the same.

 

 

“That’s all I needed to hear and more reason you can’t return to work. If we have to be together I wouldn’t want my woman to be a domestic worker for anybody, not even for me. If you insist on working I can fix you up somewhere else..in a bigger company. Something quiet befitting. Or you can get yourself into a catering school, just to acquire more cooking skills, probably open your own official kitchen, eatery or a big restaurant aftermath. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to sound like a dictator… you are free to say whatever you want. But coming back to work in my kitchen is not included in the option. I don’t want anybody to insult or look down on you due to the last clash you had with Ijeoma. I want you to be respected and served anytime you comes around… not the other way round. What do you think? Is it okay by you Keji, or you have a different things from my suggestion…?

“Is fine Phil. I will take the idea of going to a catering school to learn some acquisition and be able to develop my cooking skills. Oh my goodness!… It all seems like a dream…a dream come true. Tha…nk you very much for this great opportunity. I won’t misuse it…I promise.

He laughed quietly before saying

“Quit acting like I’m giving you a Job offer. Don’t see me as your boss Keji, we’re in this together… every road you take from this moment forward I will be by your side to guide you….I need you and will appreciate every moment I spend with you.

And it was sealed up with another kiss.

After he left, I felt like jumping to the roof of the building.

A cheque of five hundred thousand for the money I lost to Bayo
A great offer of true love which I have so much yawned for.
Acquiring a great skill that will give me an edge to future preference.
Recovering myself worth again and having reason to really smile.

I just achieved so much in one day, something I have never been able to achieve in all my thirty one years on earth.

I don’t know where this will lead to or how it will end. I hope it doesn’t end because it feels so good to be true.

But I’m going to enjoy every moment, live everyday at a time. Smile from deep within and continue praying that I won’t wake up from this fairytale dreamland.

 

Three months later in the relationship and I still felt like I’m dreaming.

Phil have not even seen the color of my panties and yet he is doing so much already for me.

“Oh God, things are begining to fall in pleasant places for my good…I can’t shout. Phill is too good to be true…

I exclaimed out as I lay in bed alone that night after speaking with Phil over the phone.

I said few prayer and smiled myself to sleep.
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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Calenikan(m): 11:07pm On Mar 22
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Thanks for the update

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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Dapalace: 10:38am On Mar 23
MORENIKEJI.
Episode 19

 

 

 

I registered in one of the best catering school. Resumed class which will take me almost a year. Upto six months and more.

 

We have both international chefs taking us on different intercontinental ride.
I was enjoying every bit of it.
Living my best life already like I have never tasted poverty.

Everything was happening so fast. It feels too good to be true.

By tomorrow I will be going over to meet Phil’s parents.
This time not as a domestic staff in their mansion but as a girlfriend to their son.

I have goose bumb anytime I think of it.
Questions like, what if they don’t like me? What if they don’t approve of our relationship.
I’m of a different tribe. What if my tribe is a total turn off for them and wouldn’t want me close to their only son.
What if…? Just what if this or that?
How will I cope or start all over again in my love journey.
Maybe I should calm my nerves down and be positive. Let me be hopeful that everything will work out for my good.

Phil said he will be coming over to pick me but if he can’t make it down he will send his driver.

 

It was his driver that came and took me to the house.
I met with his parents and they were nice.
No discrimination or rejection in their tone and action.
They did not see me as a nobody or their former cook or even as one below the class and league of their son.
They saw me differently, taking all my fears and worries away.
I felt at home, very relaxed.

Mr Kanu wanted to see me in his library alone.
I went and we had a long chat.
He spoke to me for more than thirty minutes

“I heard what happened to you Keji, lossing a huge amount of money to a fraudster who pretended to be in


love with you is disheartening. I’m sorry to say but I actually felt disappointed with you. It means you didn’t read the book I recommended and gave you to read. You probably dumped it somewhere after leaving my library. Because, if you read that empty Promises by our dear Amah, you wouldn’t have made such a huge life threatening mistake. Many women takes their lives after realizing that the man they gave all to… their heart, money and time was playing them all the while. Some falls into depression. Listen Keji, I’m glad you pulled through all of that but is obviously the life lessons you needed to sit up and be wise. You will probably come across someone in the future that you will use your life experience to counsel. My heart gladdens up when I see vibrant youths, both sex doing well, refusing to lay low for some morons to take advantage off. But that aside, Phil is my son… only son to be precise. I try as much as possible to give him the best and to guide him as a father should. Even when he is away from me I still try to foresee his performance from a distance. and I have always been proud of the good behavioral fine man he turned out to be. You should be proud to have him as much as he is also proud to have you. He will be turning thirty two by April 11th and I can tell you categorically that Philip Enyinnaya Kanu has made me a proud father. Now, the next thing I’m expecting from him is to start his family soon but theres no rush in that…he should take his time and be sure of the woman he wants to settle with. One of the best decision I have made in my life is marrying my wife. This satisfaction, peace of mind, supportive and undying love me and my wife have for each other is what I want for my son too. Culture, color, tribe is not a problem… the most important is upbringing, fear of God, good morals cumed with fine attitude is what we’re after in a lady. When he traveled to London some months back he told me about a biracial girl he was interested in dating, I asked him to go ahead but after two weeks he told me that she wasn’t ready to be committed and doesn’t have a good attitude. That’s my son for you, he immediately let go without being told and later traveled down. So if Philip chose you it means he has observed you for a while and seen the good in you despite the flaws. You won’t regret having him. Be open, straight forward and focus Keji. I’m glad he chose you…
 

Finally the whole talk was over.
He asked me to go and read the book he gave me and whenever I feel like browsing through his library I should do so freely.
I thanked him very much before leaving.

I didn’t tell him that I have read the empty Promises.
If I told him that I have read it, he will think that I lack a retentive memory or clear understanding to apply the storyline to my life.
There will be more talk again so all I did was to be quiet, listen and thank him for his great counsel.

I later joined Phil in his private sitting room.

“What did my Dad say…?

He asked as he draw me close to his warm body.

“Alot…a whole lot but in nutshell a wise man builds his house on the rock while a foolish man builds on sand…. wisdom is a principal thing Phil. That’s all..

“Hmmm… you are speaking in riddles now. I still don’t understand but is fine.

Phil said smiling.

 

“I never really had a father figure in my life. My Dad is late but when he was alive we weren’t so close. He had two wives, my mum is the first. My Mum didn’t conceive on time and with pressure on my dad’s shoulder he impregnated another woman who gave birth to a son for him. This woman becomes his favorite and so was her children. After few more years later my Mum had me and later had my brother. We’re just two from my Mum side. Having your Dad speak to me like a father makes me wish for many things. I enjoyed every of his words. I can’t explain it all but he spoke like a man filled with wisdom. He scolded me like he should and still pat me on the back… that means everything. I love my mother and I don’t joke with her…I set aside money that I send every month to her, sometimes twice in a month. Me and my brother is all she has. And I do want to make her proud…it took me so long to arrive here, I won’t misuse any of this beautiful chances life has thrown at my feet…

Phil kissed my hand and said.

“I feel blessed already having you Keji. Are you hungry, let’s go down to the dining and have something for lunch.

I asked him to hold on let me say hello to my former colleagues. Stella and Ijeoma.

I haven’t seen them ever since I left here, which is almost four months.

I decided to go and say hello to my old kitchen colleagues.

Ijeoma was steaming something on fire when I entered.

“Hello Ije…Ije. how have you been and how’s work. Is really being a while…long time no see. I’m happy to see you… aren’t you happy to see me…

 

She looked at me from head to toe and curved a smile before saying.

“My ofe mmanu sister, should I start jumping around the whole kitchen because of you, nga eyeri gi akwa? (should I fry egg for you?) beside, you don’t really look different to me…I thought dating the boss will transform you but here you are still looking old and shrink.

I laughed at the joke.

“Don’t worry Ijeoma, you can’t see the change because is inwardly not physical appearance. I’m glad you are doing great…is good to see you too. My dearest ofe mmanu sister. What of Stella?

“I’m not Stella’s keeper…

 

And just then somebody grabbed me tight from behind, laughing so loud, her laughter echos in the kitchen.
It was Stella, very joyful in seeing me.

She almost hijacked me up out of excitement.

“Oh Keji, look at you… I’m so happy to see you. You are really looking good. You have added extra hips… please come and bless me with some hips…

I burst out laughing.
We were both laughing like besties.

“My cousin Emeka has missed oo. How I wish he saw you first before our boss did. Keji, I have really miss you. we all missed all , everyone has been asking about you..

Ijeoma sighed and said outlouldly

 

“Minus me oo. I didn’t miss anybody. The truth remains what it is, she went to cook herself in their coven so that she will trap everyone in her web. The boss fell wooefully and his parents too. The juju is obviously working on them all. But I’m a daughter of grace, I can’t be influence no matter what. The boss will still dump her when he realize himself. His eyes will clear and the truth will come out in the open. Let’s watch and see. Is just a matter of time. Mind you…I never mention anybody’s name. If you are guilty with what I said then let your conscience continue judging you until the truth is finally revealed.

She went back to what she was doing.
Stella turned to me and said.

 

“Don’t mind Ijeoma. I thought by now she would have loosen up on the hate. Don’t pay attention to her. Guess what, We have added more recipe to the menu. The boss said we should include some Yoruba delicacy. Like, ewedu leaf which he said is one of your favorite and is actually very good and medicinal too…I googled it and saw the health benefits. We include ifo riro and locust bean too. Ifo Is part of vegetables. The first day I made it, some people were finding it difficult to eat the iru (locust beans) they separated it from the main food. But I also checked it out on google and saw that is very rich, it clears the eyes giving you a perfect vision. I told those finding it difficult how rich it was and they are gradually adapting. But what we do is to make two meals, like okro or ewedu. On vegetables day we will make ogu leaf and ifo. So they can choose whichever they want. Nobody is forcing anybody to eat what they don’t like or understand. We just introduced it last month gradually they will be used to it. The boss said we should make ewedu, some Yoruba stew with egufe. that’s goat meat right… for today’s lunch. He said that you were coming and we should make you feel at home…

 

I was grinning as Stella fills me in happily.
She suddenly pause and covered her mouth.

“Oh my God, I have allowed my mouth to run me into trouble. I think the boss wanted to surprise you with that and now I have revealed it all. I’m sorry…I was just too excited to see you again.

I hugged her tight and said.

“I’m glad you told me Stella. You have nothing to be worried about. I will just pretend to be surprised if Phil mentions it.

We both started laughing again.



 

“Stella, you supposed to be helping me finish up with this stuff. I don’t understand the laughing jackass that both of you are doing there. You are making that ofe mmanu juju daughter to feel too important. I didn’t mention anybody’s name oo aside Stella.

I saw Phil coming and hugged Stella one more time before joining him.

Phil wanted to surprise me with the new menu addition and the lunch too.

I acted all surprised all through the period and never mention that Stella has already told me.

 

I thanked him for everything and we had a sumptuous meal.

Ijeoma was the one that Stella sent to serve me and Philip.
She has no choice than to do so.

Her face was squizzed up all through

the time she was serving us.

I almost laughed out
I wish she will understand that I’m not her enemy but I can’t force her to like me. I have already tried doing that on several occasions but it never works.

Philip later went to drop me off in the evening.

He Pampers me too much, loves me to the bone. Like I have never in my life be loved this way.

I visited Dammi and poured it all out. I was just too happy and withhold nothing.

Dammi was very happy. Her daughter Ugo was growing beautifully.
I spent time with them before leaving.

I also went to Uzo and shared the good news.
Uzo was equally happy and wished to meet Philip some day.

Philip called me one day that he was coming to take me out for dinner, that I should get ready.

 

I carefully picked out my dress, lay it on the bed.. selected one of the shoes he got for me out.
I tied my towel and was about entering the bathroom when I had a knock.

I was happy that Phil was already around. He will watch me get dressed. He may even pick a better dress from the one I picked.

I rushed to the door excitedly to open for him.
Immediately I opened the door my face changed into a big frown.

” What in God’s name are you doing here Bayo?

I screamed out to the scary face staring at me.

“I’m here to speak to you Keji, please let me in…I have allot I want to explain.

 

“Let you in to which house? Please leave… leave here immediately.

“Keji, please…see, I was sacked from my job. I don’t even have anything right now. I traveled all the way down to see you and to ask for your forgiveness. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I was married initially because I didn’t want to lose you but I’m not married again. We have separated. She left me and took the kids too because I was sacked and wasn’t bringing money like before. Now, I’m broke. Please, let me in and give me some food to eat first. I remember I spent three days here with you but locating this place was very difficult for me. I couldn’t even reach you but finally I’m here. Keji, please hear me out… I’m ready to start a fresh family with you. You are the only woman that loves and understand me. I never loved my wife, she is just an opportunist… real queen Jezebel herself, very wicked. Keji, please let me in so that I can explain everything to you…I still love you. Ife mi(my love)

 

My phone was ringing continuesly.

I rushed in to pick it and it was Philip calling.

“… I’m driving into your street now Keji. This your street is filled with potholes, how do you even cope? What do you think of changing your apartment? I can speak to one of my friends who’s into real estate. He can get you something far better… hello Keji, are you there?

“Yea…yeah. I’m here Phil.
I replied with a shaking voice.

Somebody suddenly spoke behind my ear.
I turned and it was Bayo

“Keji I’m tasty, please I want to go and take water from your fridge… maybe some food too if you don’t mind..

I quickly covered the phone speaker so that Philip will not hear.
I didn’t know that Bayo followed me behind.

“… hello… hello Keji. Is there someone with you in your apartment…I thought I had another’s voice. A man’s voice..

 

Philip said. I quickly replied.

…no…no is..the.. television.

“Oh okay. Are you dressed, few houses away and I will get to yours…

I began to act like I couldn’t hear him clear before ending the call.

My heart was beating, my hands and legs shaking seriously
Any moment from now Philip will be here.
I hope my world is not about to collapse because of Bayo again?

I rushed to the kitchen where Bayo has gone and he was already stuffing himself with my food and drink.

 

 

Tbc…..

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Re: Morenikeji By Amah by Calenikan(m): 7:30pm On Mar 23
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MORENIKEJI
Episode 20
By AMAH’S HEART

I was standing outside and trying to zip up my cloth when he came.

“Why are you outside…
He asked while looking at me confused

“I…I did not want to keep you waiting…

“No Keji, you can keep me waiting all day and I wouldn’t mind. We’re having a dinner date, a special one at that. so is very appropriate for you to take your time and get properly dressed.

Did he say a special one? What could be special about the dinner date?
I didn’t say anything as I continued struggling to zip up my dress.

“Come here, let me help you with that.
I turned and he zipped me up.

“Keji, are you sure you are alright? You are shaking. What is it? You smell of sweat and you are not wearing your usual makeup, unlike you…your hair is not brushed? What is the rush… let’s go back inside. You can put on some cologne to smell nice atleast and do what you need to do. I will wait as long as it takes for you to get dressed… properly.

“Don’t worry Phil, I will brush my hair in the car and I’m not in the mood for make up but I have some of my makeup stuff in my hand bag and also perfume oil. I can also do all that in the car. Let’s go… please.

I started moving outside where he parked, he quietly followed me behind.

We got into the car and he turned on the ignition. I knew he was watching me closely as I brought out my hair brush and began brushing my hair.

“Are you sure that you are alright Keji?

He asked for the sixth time.
I flashed him a fake smile to let him know that I was fine but he doesn’t look convinced.

Bayo thinks he can just badge into my life and try to ruin it again. Never!

Not now that heaven is smiling down


on me through Philip, I won’t let him or anyone spoil it.
I know I still have a heavy score to settle but I will sort out away.

I left two hundred and twenty three thousand in my piggy bank just for raining days. And incase of any emergency. Well locked and hidden under my bed where it won’t be easily seen.
Part of the money Philip gave me. Bayo can’t get to it.

If he succeed in getting up from the ground, he won’t be able to unlock the kitchen or my room door where I kept my piggy bank.
Bayo is doomed, he will regret ever taking me for a ride…

“Keji…. Keji..

I looked up and realized the car was not moving.
We were parked beside the main road.

“I ask you for the very last time… Keji what is eaten at you? What is the problem? Did I do anything wrong? Did I say or act in a way that you don’t like?What happened…talk to me Keji.

“Nothing happened Phil. I’m just having a mood swings… women stuff. Is something I can handle but aside that I’m alright.

I said trying not to look him in the eyes.

“Are you on your period…I mean menstruation….flow? What do you mean by women stuff…? I don’t understand?

“You won’t understand. please, start the car let’s go.

He looked at me for a while as I rob my perfume oil on my arm.

“Did you have your bath? I mean no offense, I’m just concerned. I really wanted today’s dinner date to be very special one but I’m not feeling comfortable with your whole mood swings of a thing or appearance. This wasn’t what I wanted. Look, There’s food oil on your both arm and I mentioned earlier that you smell of sweat?

I didn’t reply. He gasped out, apologized for few seconds before starting the car.

He is right, I didn’t bother to bath. I couldn’t have in such a traumatizing state that I was.
I just needed to get out of the house.

Atleast the perfume oil will help kill the sweaty smell that he was perceiving.

Everything is looking all crazy, I can’t handle any of this alone.
As much as I’m afraid of the aftermath I won’t deny the fact that I need help.

“Stop… please stop the car.

He quickly halt.

He stared straight ahead with a frown.

“You are finally ready to talk. What is it Keji… talk to me.

“Is Bayo!

He turned and looked at me strangely.

“…this evening, I was about going into the bathroom when Bayo suddenly showed up. When I had a knock on the door, I thought you were the one…so I rushed to the door to open up with towel wrapped around my chest. He began to tell me how he was sacked, he longer has anything and his wife took the kids and left…While he was still talking, I had my phone ringing continuesly, I rushed inside and you were the caller, as I was tal5…

“Wai… Wait where’s Bayo presently?
He asked impatiently.

“That’s what I’m trying to explain to you. Please listen first.. while receiving your call, I didn’t know that he followed me behind. I was fidgeting uneasily…I seriously didn’t know what’s to say, do or to even react to the fact that Bayo was in my apartment and was going to my kitchen. After the call I rushed to my kitchen and there he was eating my food. It was the gut and effrontery that got me shocked. I asked him to leave but he continued talking rubbish that I should hear him out first. I quickly rushed to my room and wore this dress. I took an iron lying carelessly outside my door and went back to the kitchen. Getting there he was taking another food from my pot after finishing the first plate. Without thinking I hit him hard on his head and he screamed out in pain before slumping on the kitchen floor. I dropped the iron, locked the kitchen and ran off. I was afraid Phil, I didn’t know how you will react or how to go about the whole thing. I just did the first thing that entered my head…I…I

I was still talking when he reversed his car.
He turned and started driving back home.

He picked up his phone and called a police DPO to send his men to my address because there’s a situation on ground.

Philip drove back to my apartment with speed, he parked outside and rushed into my gate.
I followed, he stood at the door as I unlocked.

As we got in the house was turned upside down.
Bayo was nowhere to be found.
The kitchen door was broken down with the same iron I used in hitting him down.

Just then the sound of the main exit and entrance door opened by somebody and it was Bayo rushing out with bags in his hand.

While outside he started speaking to Phil who was after him

“Look at my body, almost covered in my own blood. She wanted to kill me because I refused to go another round with her. Keji, said I’m the only one that touches her in a way she loves. That you don’t know how to handle her in bed. Your manhood is like that of a little boy’s own which is why she needed me to show her the real thing, ask her, she was on towel when I came, Keji dropped it to the floor, begging me to touch her. It was while I was at it that you called and she lied that it was the television, that there was nobody in the house. She even ended the call immediately. She promised to pay me if I go another round but I couldn’t, I wanted to leave and she hit me with an iron, locked me up in the kitchen where I have gone to take water. Is not my fault that you can’t perform well and she has to seek me out. Is not my fault that your manhood is small and she is never satisfied with you. I was only doing her bidding bu….

He was talking and moving back.

“Bayo you are an evil liar…. liar! Phil, he is lying. None of what he said is true. Everything I told you is the truth… Phil… Phil…

He didn’t look at me or answer me instead he ran after Bayo but the criminal took off with speed.
Bayo rushed out of the gate and continue to running.

Phill took his phone call make a call, probably to confirm the police present location.

I thought of my piggy bank and rushed inside, straight to my room to check if the money is intact.
My room was thorn apart, everything was in disarray.
It looks so unrecognizable.
I saw a broken Piggy bank lying carelessly, I rushed to it and it was empty.

Bayo has stolen my money, emptied my jewelry box and took other valuables.

As I was rushing out, I heard police siren blowing. Which means they are around and probably searching for Bayo.
Just in no time he was apprehended.
I recovered almost all he took from me.
My money inclusive.
Before they pushed him into the waiting police van in handcuffs, Philip gave him a resounding slap that rang like bell in my ears.

If not that Phil came back when he did, I could have lost everything. Bayo was trying to break the exit door lock and immediately he heard that we returned he hide.
After we came inside he tries to get away.
Now, I have a lots of score to settle with Phil
I don’t know if he believed Bayo’s lies or mine.

One of the police man came to me and said that I have to follow them to the station so that I can make a statement.

If I can’t make it tonight then I can come the following day.

Phil was saying something to them outside.
It was already dark everywhere if not for the bulb light.
Phil came back with a police man to take a peep at the house and as he stepped out I began to lock up my apartment.

The police man later joined his colleague and they drove off.

Phil was few feets away when my my landlady came out.
He paused by the gate watching what the woman wanted to do.



“Morenikeji, what is happening? with all the noise I have been hearing since today, hope none of my property is destroyed? Because if anything happens to the sensitive part of this building you will pay for damages. For every damage thing, you will pay. I’m not ready for your”sorry story” if you can’t keep your men clients in order and they go about destroying my things then it will be on you. You know I have never cared how you live your here. If you like attend to five men in one night or twenty, I really don’t care. All I’m after is my house. Because you pay your rent doesn’t give you right to destroy my property.

“Madam landlady, I’m not in the mood for your own trouble. Leave me alone…and mind your business. I pay my rent here, I’m not owning you a dime. Whenever I decide to pack out and you notice any damage then you can charge me but until then…please let me.

I started walking away and she followed me and continued talking. Phill was still standing and watching us.

“You think I don’t know the kind of work you do but I don’t care as far as my rent is paid on time. if you like sell yourself to all the whole Abuja men, that’s your business. This one that police is involved means your cup is almost full. I know all that travel you used to do is to go and meet men. You live with men for months and only comes back ones in a while. It was ever since I started seeing this fine young man here that you stopped traveling like before….

She was pointing at Philip.

“… continue with your ashawo work don’t go and marry. Exchanging men as you please…is none of my business, my own is that if you damage my property you will pay…

“Excuse me madam. How many men do you recently saw her with. Please, do not lie.

Phill suddenly asked her to my greatest surprised.

“Me, I don’t used to lie. Is whatever I see I say. This Morenikeji is very rude. Maybe is the fine that she fine That is entering her brain. She used to work before o but that was like two to three years ago. She later stopped working and traveled, Came back and lefte again. She goes sometimes for a weeks or months before returning. Then I saw her with the man that came this evening. That man stayed here for three to four days and they later traveled again and the next man I saw her with is you. She is very unfortunate and disrespectful be careful with her. Since this evening when that other man came again and all I have been hearing inside is gbas gbos… destroying things. I don’t know who she is to you but what I’m after is for her to be careful with my building. She is free to sleep with anything in trouser bu…

“Enough madam. Keji, is not what you think of her. She is a hardworking lady. All those travel you see her making is for work where she has free accomodation, coming home everyday wasn’t necessary. Keji is a very hardworking lady who legally makes her money with her hands and not by sleeping with multiple men like you thought. I’m only making this explanation to erase your polluted mindset towards her. if there’s any damages at all on your property, we will take responsibility and pay. Have a goodnight.

I was shocked that Philip will defend me that way. I felt like jumping on him, wrapping my hands around him.
No man has ever defended me this way before and such act brought tears to my eyes.
He didn’t speak to me as we left. He drove to the police station and I wrote the statement.
He was in his car waiting when I joined him.

As I got into the car. I decided to break the silent.

“Phil, I’m very sorry for dragging you into my mess. I’m sorry for everything Phil…

He still didn’t respond.

Instead of taking me back to my house, he speed into the express to his house instead.

We arrived at his place almost 1am in the midnight.
I was really confused on what to do or say as I stood waiting for his instructions.

“Go and tidy up yourself… if you are hungry get some food from the kitchen.

That’s all he said.
I tried talking to him one more time hoping he will respond.

“Phi…
.
He didn’t even allow me to talk when he said
“Keji please, I’m not in the mood to listen to whatever you have to say. Just go.

Since I don’t know where exactly to go I started going back to my previous staff quarters.
When I looked back he was relaxing his head on the car steering.
He straightened and brought out a tiny red box and was staring at it with a disappointment in his appearance.

I wonder what it is. He didn’t bother looking at me as his head remains bent.

I later got into my quarters. It looks new all of a sudden. Is almost six months I slept in it last.

I freshened up and went to bed. I wasn’t in the mood for food.
I didn’t even have appetite for it.
I wish Philip will scold me, shout at me, say something concerning what happened instead all the silent torture.

Why will Phil defend me from my landlady, risk himself in running after Bayo, took his time in driving me to the police station for statement and instead of taking me back to my apartment he brought me to his mansion but yet he wouldn’t speak to me.

I couldn’t sleep well, I had a swollen eyes the next morning.

I didn’t even know what to do. I decided to resume duty in the kitchen.
I saw some well arranged clothes in the wardrobe and wore them.

I was afraid of Phil’s parents, especially his Dad.
I was worried of what Ijeoma will say.
I was seriously worried sick
Maybe I’m back to square one where I started from.
Maybe I could have handled the whole thing differently, in a better way.
Maybe I should have told Phil immediately Bayo showed up. Maybe things wouldn’t have escalated to this extent.
I was just afraid and confused in seeing Bayo and thought I can handle the whole situation by myself.
Bayo would have made away with my valuables and my money again if not for Philip.
I don’t know Why I end up doing the wrong thing when I only want to do the right thing

Now, I’m back as a worker in Phil’s house under Ijeoma’s running mouth and annoying personality.

I met Stella that early morning, in the kitchen. She was shocked to see me and asked what happened.

I just briefed her on the whole last night saga. She asked me to go and apologies to the boss because his parents traveled out of the country yesterday and will stay for few more months before coming back.

I felt a bit relief when I heard that Phil’s parents traveled.
I was afraid of how to face them.
Philip mentioned that his parents will be traveling few days ago while we were conversing on the phone. But I didn’t know that it was soon.
He probably told me when exact but I forgot.

I told Stella that I tried talking to him but he didn’t want to listen.

Stella asked me to go and meet him. I should leave the kitchen before other staffs will start wondering what i was doing working in the kitchen again.

I told her that I just wanted to do something just to engage my mind.

She asked me to remove my kitchen staff wear and just wear the apron.
I did and resumed helping her to make breakfast.

While we’re still on it Ijeoma showed up.

“Trouble in paradise, some people’s juju has finally fade off and they have returned to square one. Hahahaha. You see this life ee…the evil doers will always be exposed. The boss has dumped her again… Glory be to God…

Stella said I shouldn’t reply her.
Ijeoma continued talking

“…I was wondering the kind of cloth that she used to cover the boss eyes. of all the umuoma (beautiful) Igbo ladies everywhere, of all the elegant, classic pretty Igbo ladies both home and abroad he ended up with a Yoruba ekwensu (devil) onye ofe mmanu that doesn’t know how to cook and stay with one man. A cheap one at that. Just look at the boss, the bobo fine like fresh apple, sweet, rich and sophisticated. How can he end up with Keji, yes I’m calling your name because you are back to zero level. You are nothing without the boss who has obviously dumped your useless, cheap ass. Your power has failed and the boss can see clearly. If you like go and cook another stronger one it will still fail, just mark my word. It will fail and you will be exposed and disgraced. Ekwensu… You thought I will stoop low to serve you as madam na… you really want to hang your clothes where you don’t belong. Look at you now… my God is so good. I’m celebrating this victory. God has disgraced my enemi…..

Somebody suddenly spoke from the door interrupting Ijeoma and startling everybody.
It was Phil, his eyes was focused on Ijeoma.

I was arranging the freshly toast bread in a tray, so that it can cool off.
Exactly what Ijeoma supposed to do but she was busy taunting me.
Phil didn’t see me due to where I was

“Are you guys quarreling this early morning. Ijeoma I can hear your voice from upstairs…why? What is the noise about? I’m having breakfast with Keji, please hurry up with the arrangements. By the way, have you seen Keji this morning…

I was very surprised when he said he will be having breakfast with me.
Stella pointed towards where I was standing.
He looked at me and frowned.

“Wha… what are you doing Keji, please leave that thing for Ijeoma to finish. Come…

He started walking away.

I looked at Stella, she smiled and winked at me.

She turned to a confused Ijeoma and said.

“Aunty radio FM go and resume your work. Don’t forget to thank Keji for helping you out.

Ijeoma sluggishly went to continue from where I stopped.

I quickly followed Philip.

I don’t know what the outcome with Phil will be, but I remain hopeful.

My happiness this morning is the look on Ijeoma’s face when Phil said he will be having breakfast with me which means Ijeoma will be serving me again.

 

 

Tbc…
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