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ELEVEN

Kelvin went straight to the staff quarters to confront Belema, but was surprised to find her room empty and devoid of her personal belongings. He was informed by the other staff that she had been dismissed. A frisson of alarm went down his spine. He went in search of Evelyn.

She was in the study, busy with a business journal, and obviously on a business call. He loitered around the room impatiently until the meeting ended and she got to her feet.

“How may I help you, Kelvin?” Her voice was polite. He frowned. She had never been that curt with him in the past, had she?
“I was in the kitchen for lunch and requested that Belema come over to serve the dish. I was informed that she has been dismissed. I didn’t remember us discussing that decision.”

“When did you start concerning yourself with domestic issues?” Her brows winged up.

He fidgeted nervously. “Well, she has been part of the household since we got married. I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t ask after her.” He glared at her.

She chuckled with a clap of her hands, “Are you missing your lover already? Don’t worry, I didn’t poison her. I only thanked her for taking good care of you, gave her lots of cash, and asked her to find employment elsewhere.”
“What?” He exclaimed in confusion.

“You can call her and find out. Just make sure your next rendezvous doesn’t take place in this house.” She threw him a warning look before she opened the door and glided out.

He stared after her. She looked ... amazing. He had never seen her in knee-length shorts and t-shirt before. Her face was narrower, the stomach had reduced, and the chubby legs looked sexier and slimmer. What had she been doing to herself?
He began to run after her when her words sank into his mind. She knew about his affair with Belema! Belema had been dismissed because of it. What would she do to him? What if her father found out about it?
“Eve! Please wait. Let me explain.” He ran after her, but she was already in the car.
“We will talk later.” She gave him a dismissive wave as she motioned to Ayoola to start the car. The latter did, and the car moved away before he could say another word.

When did she start sitting in the front beside the Cab driver? What was wrong with this woman? Why this particular Cab driver? He had become more than a Cab driver because Kelvin had seen him around more times than he could count. There was something going on and he would get to the root of it. Most importantly, he needed to impregnate his wife so that she could stay at home and take care of their kids, instead of having time to spend with other men or staying out late, hanging out with her supposed friends .

*****

It was the middle of the week and business was a bit slow as expected. Ayoola was in his office behind the bar, working on his account while his assistant, Chike, handled the new Wine Order that just came in. A couple of Rich, Old boys were planning a get-together in one of the rich boy’s new house on Banana Island and Ayoola’s bar was contacted to supply all the buzz needed at the party.

There was a Knock on the door and Chike went to check who was there.
“Ayo, a gentleman is at the bar. He wants to see you and says it is urgent.”
“Did he mention his name?” There was curiosity in his voice as he got to his feet. He really needed to complete his report unfailingly today but his visitor may be a potential client and he wasn’t one to pass up any opportunity.
“No, he didn’t.” Chike was already back at his desk, sorting through invoices and working on the excel.
Ayoola’s mild curiosity turned to surprise and then anger when he saw Kelvin , standing at his bar, in a dark - blue cleanly cut Tom Ford suit. He was dangling his Car Key while his eyes roamed about the nearly empty bar with an expression of disdain on his face.
“Good Afternoon, Sir.” With his poker face on, he inclined his head to him in greeting.
“Good afternoon, Mr Man. I take it you are Ayoola Faleke, the cabman who usually picks up my wife from the house?” He straightened up to his full height and faced Ayoola.

“Who is your wife again? Who are you? I have many clients I pick up at all times of the day.” A shrug lifted his shoulder.
“My wife is Evelyn Wright Ikeduba. Does that name ring a bell?” A snarl twisted his lips as he glared at Ayoola.
Evelyn wasn’t bearing her husband’s name. It had always been her father’s name and it was a public secret. Ayoola was slightly amused at the playboy’s audacity. Who was he to correct him? “Kind of. What exactly is the issue please? I am busy and need to get back to work.” There was impatience in Ayoola’s voice.

“Busy in this empty bar?” Kelvin gave a show of looking around and laughed with derision. Ayoola didn’t bat an eyelid as he waited. “For a Cabman who also owns a bar on the Island, I must salute your courage. Please stay within your league and don’t step on the Cobra’s tail. Stay away from my wife. Block her number please. She is getting too familiar with you and I don’t like it.”
Ayoola felt like slapping the words out of his mouth. So he didn’t want any man near his wife when he was busy spreading his dick around. Kelvin was lucky he was Evelyn’s husband, not just a boyfriend and married women were a taboo for him. He would have given him a run for his money.

“Maybe you should tell your wife to stop ordering my Cab. I am a businessman and can never say No to a business deal.” A thin smile stretched his lips as he rocked on the balls, his hands balled into fists in the pockets of his Combat shorts
“How much is a Cab fee for a month? How about if I triple it and pay you a year’s worth? Will you stay away from my wife?”
With whose money? Your wife or her father’s money? A hiss escaped Ayoola’s pursed lips and his eyes turned to Ice, “ Get out of this place, Mr Evelyn Wright. I won’t say it twice.”

“Are you threatening me? Are you so broke you can’t find your own woman and have to run after a married woman?” Kelvin stepped towards him with a glare and tapped his chest.

One of the Bar Bouncers, Reuben , who sat a few feet away and had been observing the scene, got to his feet and approached them.
Kelvin backed away with his hands in the air, “You have not seen the last of me. Stay away from my wife or I will have soldiers arrest you. Bastard.” With that, he walked out of the bar.

“Thank you, Reuben.”
“Anytime, Boss.” Reuben inclined his head to him.

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TEN
Ayoola’s eyes snapped open, rescuing him from the clutches of a vivid, erotic dream. Beads of sweat covered his body, despite the fact that the room was cold from the blasting Air Conditioning system and his heart hammered heavily in his chest. His erection pushed against the tent of his boxers and a groan tore from his throat.

Swearing under his breath, he rolled out of bed and went into the restroom. Sucking in his breath, he splashed cold water on his face and stared at his pale face in the mirror. He could still taste her on his tongue and felt her lush, voluptuous body under his wandering fingers. The mind-blowing kisses, their tongues twirling around each other , their moans and groans mingling. Oh God! He stared down at the wood poking his boxers, hard and aching so much he had to stroke continuously, craving a kind of relief.

He had to stay away from her. His heart ached from the mere thought but it had become a necessity for the sake of his sanity. He brought this on himself and he deserved every torment he got. The universe had just taught him a lesson. He couldn’t get everything he wanted in life, no matter his persistent and doggedness. Evelyn was the kind of woman who stayed loyal in a relationship, no matter how bad it was and she wasn’t going to leave her husband for him. It was a trait he admired in her but that was also killing him gradually. What an Irony life is!
A harsh bitter laugh escaped his dry lips and he rubbed a hand wearilly down his face. Being her instructor at the gym centre was like pouring fuel in the burning furnace. Training her body and muscles was fueling his imagination and she had become a part of his waking and sleeping hour. No minute went past without him thinking about her. She was like a drug he was fast becoming addicted to and it was doing him no good at all. It was a torture seeing her almost on daily basis, wanting her, guiding her on her weightloss journey and yet, knowing he had no right to want or need her that way. He should stay away from her. He had to stay away from her.

His nodding erection pulled his attention from his miserable thoughts and he stood over his toilet to jerk off. Feeling a bit relieved, he took his bath, changed his dressing and went into the kitchen to make coffee. The dawn was breaking. He could as well start his day. After a few stretches, and push ups, he decided to attend an online Tech course he had abandoned. A persistent knock snatched his attention and he got up to see who was at the door.
“You have been avoiding me.” Kemisola was standing on his doorstep, her voice full of accusations.
“Good morning to you too.” He forced a smile as he stepped back and watched her walk into his sitting room. She was a beautiful woman, ebony and curvy but he was simply no longer attracted to her. He had probably never been attracted to her. He closed the door after her and turned to face her, wondering if he should tell her the truth. Could she handle it? “How have you been?”
“I am not fine. I have been at your bar countless times. I called your number and you refused to return my call. What did I do to you? Have I ever offended you in any way?” There was hurt in her eyes as she stared at him and he felt like the bottom of a pot.
“I am sorry, Kemisola. I have no excuse. Honestly, there is no excuse. Please forgive me.” He moved to take her hands in his and squeezed as he stared at her face.

“Is there someone else? Are you in a relationship with another woman? Let me know so I can move on.” Her eyes searched his face , watching for any sign at all.
A deep sigh escaped his lips and he dropped into a seat. She sat beside him and kept looking at him, expecting an answer. Should he tell her the truth? Would it make her go away? If she went away, what did he intend to do with his life? He wasn’t getting younger and he couldn’t continue waiting for Evelyn forever. Was Evelyn even aware he was attracted to her? He was such an emotional mess right now and didn’t deserve any woman.

“My emotions are so messy right now. I am not sure I can deal with the rigors of a relationship.” His voice was weary, even to himself.
“Is there a woman? Please tell me the truth, Ayo.”
“Well, I am not in a relationship. I can answer that truthfully.” but he was in love with a woman who wasn’t available to him.
“As long as there isn’t someone else, I can deal with that. Let’s start with friendship and see where it takes us.” A smile spread over her face as she took his left hand and placed his palm against her cheek.

Kemisola was a great woman but patience wasn’t a virtue of hers. When she wanted something, she wanted it almost immediately. He doubted she would be willing to wait till he gets his shit together but there was no harm in trying.
“What happened to the fine boy in your office?” She got into a relationship with a colleague after they separated and he was honestly happy for her.
“He was a fraud. He was dating two other women in the company. When I found out, I was livid with rage but kept my cool and only called it quits with him. As an accountant/Auditor, it was with great relish that I dug into all the corporate accounts he was handling and was glad to find a few discrepancies.” A malicious smile caressed her thin lips.

“To cut the long story short, he has been fired, right?” He grinned at her.
“Yes oo. Don’t joke with women.” They both laughed.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! He hoped to God he wouldn’t be at the receiving end of her wrath when this ended. If it ended.

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NINE

Evelyn Wright
When she summoned the courage to go and shopped for her gym wear a few weeks ago, getting her size was an herculean task. Almost all the double extra-large sizes were too tight for her. After visiting a couple of recommended stores known for selling outdoor wear for plus plus size women, she was able to get one that was fairly snug on her. The whole shopping experience made her feel so depressed that she fell into bed when she got home and cried as if her heart would break. She was appalled at how much she had grown out of shape. No wonder, Kelvin felt ashamed to be seen with her or to be with her and was finding his pleasure elsewhere. She had only herself to blame for it. In annoyance, she had dropped the outfit in a far corner of her clothing closet and forgot about it.
However, she was amazingly surprised to realise it fitted freely when she wore it this morning. Gbemi’s Online Revitalize class must be working wonders for her. Even though she was hungry most of the time and had terrible cravings to go back and snack on junk food, she only needed to remember the consequences of the extra fat in her body to stick to new health plans.
She blessed the day she met Ayoola Faleke. That man had been nothing but a blessing to her. Gbemi’s health guide and Easy, practical meal plan was working wonders for her. She was in a great mood as she picked up her Car key and left the house.
The gym centre was already full when she got there and the gym instructors were busy attending to their numerous clientele. Hovering in the doorway, her eyes roamed the large busy room, unaware she was searching until she saw him in a corner of the room, doing his thing. There was a mask of concentration on his face as he lifted barbells, his muscled legs were set apart and bent at the knee. Sweat dribbled down his body, and the thin sleeveless t-shirt he wore clung to his chest, yet the pattern of his breathing didn’t change. There were flutters in her stomach as her admiring gaze travelled the length of his well-honed body and it reminded her she hadn’t had sex in months.
Good looking men wouldn’t be the death of her one day. She reminded herself she was a married woman and shouldn’t be admiring another man’s body, even if he had a great one. A sigh escaped her parted lips.
“Good morning ma’am. My name is Edewor, one of the gym instructors working here. Are you new? How can I assist you?” A friendly young lady’s voice cut into her thought process. She was dressed smartly in a light pink outdoor outfit. Evelyn envied her slim, curvy body.She wondered what it would be like to have an average body like other women.
“I am new actually but I have subscribed online.” She brought out her phone and showed her the digital membership Card. “But I am wondering where to start.” Her smile was ruffled.
“Well, that is why I am here. You have such beautiful skin, ma’am.” Edewor’s smile was full of sincerity as her friendly eyes went over her.
“Oh!” It caught her off-guard. She wasn’t used to having people complimenting her looks in any way. “Thank you. Here, I am envying your beautiful figure.” They both laughed at that and it eased the knot of anxiety in her stomach.
“Thank you, Edewor. I will take it from here. She is a friend.” Ayoola appeared by her side and the fluttering in her stomach increased. The man was so damn sexy.
“See you later, ma’am. I have a dance class that takes place three times a week. Feel free to join.” Edewor slipped a Card in her hand, winked and slipped away.
“I love your staff. They are well trained.”

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EIGHT

“What! Why do you ask such a question?” Had Evelyn given her the impression they were dating? He liked Evelyn a lot and could easily fall in love with her but he was trying his best not to cross that line. She was a married woman and that was all the reason he needed to keep his emotions in check.

“Well, I know she is married but there is something in her voice when she talks about you. A kind of reference or affection , I couldn’t place my finger on it but I know I have heard it in your voice too when you spoke about her. Initially, I thought it was a girl you were dating but now, I know better.”

That cut too close to the truth and his heart ached badly. Was she attracted to him too? It didn’t matter though. She was taken and that was all. “Madam, psychologist, well done. Just do your job and stop poking your nose into what doesn’t concern you.” He was teasing.

“Bro, I love you. Please don’t get involved with a married woman. She is not just married but also wealthy and powerful. This is a complete recipe for trouble.” Gbemi sounded worried.
“There is no cause for alarm, Gbemi. Put your mind at rest.”

“If you say so.” Gbemi sighed. “You and trouble are always 5 & 6. It is that thing that was forbidden that you are always attracted to. It may have worked for you in the past but don’t aim for that one that will put you behind bars this time around.”
Well, he was a risk-taker and a calculated gambler. How else would he have built different successful businesses without a university degree or prior experience? If he listened to every caution and warning his family and friends dished out to him, he would still be flourishing in poverty. Life was a risk and only the brave would succeed. You lose some, you gain some.

“Aunty, I have heard you. How is your boy and your big baby?” They spoke for a while before Gbemi ended the Call.
Ayoola was in a pensive mood as he went to get their tickets and proceeded to Evelyn’s office to pick her up. Maybe it was time to take a step back from his involvement with Evelyn. Maybe he could take another chance with Kemisola and see where it led them. The thought did nothing to cheer him up.

Evelyn and Titilola were sitting at their Reception when he strolled in. He had become such a regular that the security men no longer profiled him whenever he came in. They got to their feet as he came in. All his new resolve dissolved when he saw Evelyn without a blazer for the first time. She wore an Ankara print combat trouser and top. The outfit molded her voluptuous curve to perfection and made her a cynosure of all eyes. Oh boy! Who was this beautiful curvy woman? His jaw nearly sagged in open-jaw admiration but he picked it up on time and composed himself.

“Oh man! Who is this beautiful woman? Have you seen Eve? I can’t find her any longer.” He was speaking to Titilola but his eyes were on Evelyn who was blushing. Titilola burst into helpless giggles.

“Ayo, please stop. You are embarrassing me.” She grabbed his hand and propelled him out of the reception hall. “ How can a whole CEO like me be blushing like a schoolgirl for God’s sake?” She pretended to glare at him but he only laughed as he took her hand in his and pulled her to his side. He didn’t see Evelyn’s father , Jonathan Wright who was coming behind them and the thoughtful frown on the man’s face as he stared after them.

“Your outfit is beautiful. You look gorgeous. I hope you set fire on all those blazers please?” He opened the Car door for the ladies.

“I am personally doing you that favour, Ayo. I am burning those blazers all by myself” Evelyn glared at her but she ignored her as she continued. “This outfit is from Plush Plus Line , our new baby. She is modeling it for us.” Titilola was at the back while Evelyn was sitting at the front seat, beside him.

“How many potential customers did you get today because you are a beautiful model?” Ayoola grinned at her as he turned the ignition.
“Quite a lot. I am still amazed at the number of my female colleagues who asked for the contact of the designer.” Evelyn looked dazed.
“I told you it is a success already. Please leave the flyers in my Car and any other PR materials you have. Every female customer who crosses my path is our potential customer.”

“You are my guy, Ayoola. Your woman is such a lucky one.” Titilola winked at him.

Hmm. The only lucky one he wanted was taken. “Let’s go and sing our hearts out and drink like there is no tomorrow.”

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SEVEN
Evelyn Wright

Kelvin was cheating on her. He was not only cheating on her but doing so with her house maid. Her housemaid of all people? She had woken up in the middle of the night to pee and he wasn’t by her side. They had gone to bed at the same time and she had fallen asleep almost immediately. Where could he be? In panic, she had called his number but the phone rang right beside the pillow on his side of the wide bed. He had been behaving weird lately and she couldn’t understand this enigma he had become. Frantic with fear, she hurried out of their bedroom and went downstairs. Who could she talk to? She didn’t want to wake any of their parents up unnecessarily.

She headed for the boyz quarter where the maids and security guard stayed. As she raised her hand to knock on Belema’s door, the noises hit her and she paused, listening. It was actually moans from couples in the throes of passion. Had Belema brought a man into her house? That would be the height of insolence. She didn’t deserve such disrespect from the younger girl. Gripping the doorknob, she pushed the door open and stepped in. She froze in shock.

This wasn't happening again. Dear God! Kelvin’s hip was shooting in and out like a piston between Belema’s laps and the latter was screaming in pleasure. They didn’t even notice her presence. She closed the door quietly and went back to the main house like someone in a trance.
When was the last time he even touched her, talk less of making love? She couldn’t remember. Snippets of his clandestine activities outside their matrimonial home had reached her on many occasions but she had chosen to ignore them and hoped they weren’t true. Now, he had brought it to her doorstep and she was clueless about what to do about it.

Her heart hurt so much, her ego and pride was bruised and her shoulder drooped as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. What was she going to do? If she sought for divorce, would she find another man who would look twice at her again, talkless of dating or marrying her? She was just a year from 40 , fat and ugly as they came and life seemed so bleak at the moment. Tears leaked from the corner of her closed eyelids and she flicked it off with a manicured finger.

“We are here, Eve.” She could feel Ayoola’s gaze on her and she lowered her head to hide her face. She wished the floor would open and swallow her. She hated being vulnerable in public. “Here, take this and freshen up. I will wait outside for you. ” He was holding out a bottle of water and a clean face towel to her.

“Thank you.” Her voice was croaky as she took the item from him. He opened the door and stepped out. Her gaze followed his figure. The dark brown denim combat shorts he wore encased strong, powerful, legs which ended in a pair of brown sneakers and the light brown shirt he wore over his inner vest, was flying in the wind. Fine hair covered his exposed body. He was as dark as Kelvin was fair in complexion but he was a finer man with a kind and responsible attitude. He didn’t look like a Cabman. He looked like the rich and successful youngman that he was and she envied any woman who belonged to him. There was a pang in her chest and the urge to bury her head in the pillow and just howled her eyes out, almost overwhelmed her. Maybe if she had waited a little bit, instead of rushing into marriage with Kelvin, she would have been luckier. She sighed, cleaned up her face and stepped out onto the sandy floor.

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The pieces of evidence stared him in the face in the form of pictures and video recording of their time together. He was in a deep pool of trouble and he knew it.

What did she want from him? He panicked as he dialled her number, but it was switched off. Panic threatened to swamp him as he tried to contact his friends who anchored the party, but none of them remembered anything about her or how to contact her.

The soap lather dried on his body and he was sweating profusely inside the cold room when Evelyn stirred and woke up..

“Are you alright, darling? What is wrong?” Her voice was deep with concern.

“I am perfectly alright, baby. It was a crank call from an idiotic friend that got me out of the bathroom.” His laugh sounded forced, even to his ears. Her frown deepened as she studied him closely.

“If you say so. Please hurry up. We promised your parents we will be visiting them today.” She rolled out of bed and moved to her walk-in closet to select her outfit for the day.

“I will be out in 2 minutes.” He hurried into the bathroom, clutching his phone.

The mystery lady called him again exactly two weeks after the first call. He was jittery with nerves and livid with rage. He had jumped each time his phone rang, and his wife was beginning to regard him with suspicion.

“How are you, Kelvin?” Her sultry voice stoked his temper. It was a Saturday evening. Evelyn was back home from wherever she had been going every Saturday and was lounging at the poolside. He headed for the gym room , just in case.

“Will you keep your niceness to yourself, bitch? For your information, those pictures meant nothing to me. It was my bachelor’s eve party, and I am entitled to do anything for that day.” He had discussed the issue extensively with his closest friend, Philip and the latter assured him there was nothing she could do with a bunch of pictures or videos that were illegally taken without his consent.

“Really? Do you think your father-in-law will think so too?” She paused. Sweat popped out on his forehead and his fingers tightened around the phone. “That is apart from the fact that I am carrying your baby. Do you remember how you carried on, even when we both realised the condom had broken?”

“You are lying, bitch. You can’t be pregnant.” He screamed in panic and lowered his voice immediately as he glanced around furtively.

“I can send you the test result or better still, I can send it to your father-in-law if you prefer. The decisions are yours to make.”

“What do you want?” His voice was subdued with defeat.

“You will pay me a sum of five million before four P.M. tomorrow. That is the first instalment.”

“Where do you want me to get that kind of money in twenty-four hours?”

“That is none of my business. My name is Lydia Bach by the way. Talk to you later, baby.” The line went dead.

He sank to the floor in despair.

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Evelyn Wright

“My daughter, kai kwanu? How are you? Hope I didn’t wake you up?” Evelyn’s sleep was interrupted by a call from Kelvin’s mother, Elizabeth Ikeduba.

“No Ma. I am fine. How are you too?” Evelyn struggled to sit up in bed and noticed her husband wasn’t on his side of the bed. Where was he at this time of the day? It was barely 7am on a Saturday morning.

“I am fine. Thank you for taking good care of us. God bless you richly.” Evelyn had been sending a regular sum of allowance to her in-laws’ account every month in addition to a supply of foodstuff.

“You are welcome, Mama. It is your right to be taken care of.”

“My daughter.” The woman coughed slightly and Evelyn’s body tensed up. “I know you children of nowadays like behaving like the Oyinbo but you two no longer be small pickins any more. Do quick and give me grandchildren.” There was a smile in her voice.

How could she tell the woman that she could count the number of times her son had made love to her since they got married almost a year ago? It was like a button switched off in their love life the moment they tied the knot. He practically avoided her in bed. It was either he was too tired or he had work to do whenever it was time to sleep. Her touch seemed to repulse him. She had a healthy appetite for sex and she had gone to sleep several nights, Hot and craving for his touch. Had he finally grown tired of her? Or felt ashamed to be seen with her? She didn’t know how to ignite the passion in their marriage and wasn’t even sure who to discuss this with.

“Mama, don’t worry. We are working on it and you will soon see the result.” There was a forced smile on her face.

“Thank you, my daughter. I trust you.” They talked a bit more before the call ended and Evelyn stared at the floor, morosely.

Evelyn rolled out of bed , tied her robe and shuffled out of the room. Belema was in the kitchen when she got there and was just boiling water for Evelyn’s morning tea.

“Is breakfast ready? This kitchen is yet to be clean. What is going on with you?” Evelyn stood at the doorway, looking around the untidy kitchen.

“I am sorry, ma’am. I am not feeling well.” Belema curtseyed , avoiding her eye and inadvertently drawing Evelyn’s gaze to herself. She was looking pale and her motion was slower than usual.

“What is wrong with you? Would you like to go to the hospital?” There was concern in Evelyn’s voice.

“No ma.” There was haste in that response and a frown formed on Evelyn's face. “I will be fine. I have taken some medication and just needed to rest.”

“If you say so. Please take the day off. I will get the cleaning company to assist.”

“Thank you ma.” Belema gave her a grateful smile.

“By the way, have you seen my husband?”

“No ma.” She avoided her gaze again as she moved past her and Evelyn watched her leave with a thoughtful expression on her face. She had lost her appetite. She had better go and dress up and go check on her pet project. She just started a clothing line for plus-size women, Plush Plus Line and the project was taking most of her free time.


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FOUR

The bar was unusually crowded tonight. His barman, Chike, was overwhelmed and he had to join him to serve their clients. His attention was divided between watching the premier league football match playing on the big screen and servicing their clients. Some of his clients who were sitting at the bar, threw in a barter or two about the match and he responded with humour as his fingers mixed their preferred cocktail. Or served them their favorite bottles of beer.

He knew the exact moment she walked into the Bar with her friend. Damn! She was so beautiful. His gaze tracked their movement as they perused the crowded room, obviously wondering where to sit as every seat was occupied. He was about to remove his Apron and go meet them when her friend grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bar. Oh! He wished he could bless her soul. Fortunately, there were two empty stools available and they perched on it.

“The stools are sturdy. They won’t be breaking any time soon.” His assurance was for her as he noted the wary expression on her face as she tried to balance her bum on the stool but he directed his smile to both. His palms were suddenly sweaty and his heart was beating fast.

“Thank you, Handsome. This my babe is ready to use the crowded bar as an excuse to go home early and sleep. What a boring lifestyle!” Titilola smirked at him.

“Apologies for that. The bar is unusually crowded tonight because of the ongoing premier league match. If you don’t mind, I can check if our VIP lounge is available and book for you.”

“Really? That will be great. Eve, what do you say?” Titilola grinned at her friend.

“No, I am fine. I work in Seclusion all day long. If we want to really socialise, we might as well do it among the Crowd.” Her smile was shy as she glanced briefly at him before looking away. Her brown eyes nearly undid him and he felt his body responding to the smile. Thank Goodness he was behind the bar.

“That is my girl.” Titilola enthused as she ran a hand over her arm casually. “What is on our drink menu for tonight, Handsome? I am Titilola and my friend is Evelyn.”

Evelyn! It reminded him of Eve and the forbidden Apple. He would gladly eat it if she offered it to him. He sighed. “I am Ayodele. What do you care for, Beautiful ladies?”

“Gin and Tonic please. Thank you.” Titilola turned to her friend. “What do you want, Eve?”

“Please give me Shirley Temple Mocktail. I don’t have a head for alcohol.” She ignored her friend’s gasp as she focused on him.

“Don’t fall my hand, Eve. Live life before you are tied to the shackles of marriage nah. We may not be able to hang out like this once you get married.”

Titilola’s voice dropped as she protested but he heard her clearly and the wine glass he held slipped and fell.

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Damilgodwin:
You deserve an accolade oo boss. But boss ehn I really wanted to give up on this your wonderful piece of creative writing due to the delay in updating ☑️☑️

HIDDEN DESIRES THREE

The first time she came into his bar with her friend, she barely left her seat while her friend got their drinks and danced as if there was no tomorrow. She just sat in a spot, nursing a drink she barely touched and the beautiful smile on her face being the only indication that she was enjoying the music. That day, his barman,Chike,had an emergency and he had to cover for him. The bar was unusually crowded and he didn’t have time to acknowledge her in any way.

The second time she came in with a man who seemed to be her boyfriend from the way she clung to his arms and hung on his words. It was obvious the man wasn’t into her as much as she was into him. He could tell the attraction wasn’t balanced between the two but his attention was always on her. He was drawn to her beautiful face, flawless skin and quiet demeanor. Those shapeless blazers she wore over her dresses didn’t reduce the allure of her voluptuous curves.

He wasn’t the kind of man who prey on another man’s property , so he had kept his distance and never approached her. She never left his mind though and her face gave him wet dreams.

The beautiful ones were always taken. An ironic smile turned up his lips as he bent to tie the lace of his sneakers and rose to find his mother, Adesewa Faleke, watching from the doorway to her room. She had come visiting him , unannounced the previous night. They lived in the same city of Lagos but he barely had time to visit her.

“So you are going to leave me alone in this house, right?”

He swallowed the groan in his throat, “Mum, you know better than to visit me in the middle of the weekday, nah? You should have waited till I paid you a visit.”

“And when will that be, dear son? When Jesus comes back ,right?” She moved to sit on one of the sofas in the sitting room. “If you have a wife and children now, I won’t be alone in the house.”

“Mum, please. Stop behaving like a typical Nigerian mother.” Exasperation coloured his voice.

“But I am a typical Nigerian mother. A proper yoruba one for that matter. So tell me what you meant by that senseless statement you just made.” She rearranged her bum, untied and retie the wrapper around her chest and glared at him.

Swallowing the chuckle that was bubbling to the surface, he glanced at his ringing phone and gave his mother a pleading look, “Mum, my clients are waiting. I have a client to pick up on the next street and she is going to the Island. Please don’t let me lose this ride.” He used one of his Cars for Uber transportation.

“Ayoola, making money is good and you have made enough to take care of a family. You are not getting younger neither am I. You are 35 years old for crying out loud.” An hiss escaped her mouth as she leaned over to pick up the remote Control from the stool beside the sofa.
“I know my age, mum and I love you. See you later.” He was laughing as he opened the door and escaped before she could continue.

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Damilgodwin:
What an amazing piece of literature from a classic writer

HIDDEN DESIRES- TWO

“You slept with my little girl, you idiot!” Jonathan Wright, Evelyn’s father bellowed as he stared at him. His hands were curled into fists as if he wanted to wrap them around his neck.

Kelvin was wise enough, not to interrupt the irate father. He stood still and refused to meet the older man’s gaze. Afterall, he was the one who looked for trouble with his dick.

“Dad, will you just stop it? You have no business interfering in my relationship. Are you the one who will marry me?” To his surprise, Evelyn spoke up on his behalf, glaring at her father ,even though her hand was still clutching his arm tightly. He wished he could just sidle past the two of them and went on his way.

Her father’s scowl deepened before he turned it on him, and he took an involuntary step backward. “What is your name?”

“Kelvin Ikeduba, sir.”

“Where do you work?”

Kelvin was silent for a while until he felt Evelyn’s curious gaze on him at his continued silence.

“I am an engineer, but I am out of a job at the moment,” His voice was gruff, a picture of embarrassment.

Jonathan’s eyes twinkled with dark amusement as he turned to his daughter as if to say, Was this the kind of man you want to settle down with?

Evelyn raised her chin in a challenge and gave her father a direct look, “Dad, is that really a problem?”

Her father stared back as if he wanted to argue, but sighed instead. He removed his card from his wallet and held it out to him.

Kelvin stepped forward to collect the card, perused it, and his eyes nearly came out of their sockets. Wrights Group of Hotels & Suites? Wright Downstream Oil & Gas?

“You are the owner, sir?” His voice came out in a croak with reference as he tried not to ogle the tall slim man who stood before him.

“See me in the office on Monday.” The older man walked to the wine cabinet in a corner of the room.

“I will. Thank you, sir,” He couldn’t help the smile spreading over his face at his luck. “I will give you a call, Eve.” He winked at Evelyn before he turned and walked out of the sitting room.

*****

Evelyn Wright

She had always been a chubby girl who grew into a chubby woman. Being the only child of her pampering, doting parents didn’t help matters. After her mother had the last miscarriage which nearly claimed her life, they had given up on childbirth and doted on their only child. She had the best of everything while growing up and didn’t lack as an adult.

She had friends who flock around her, mostly because of her privileged background and who wouldn’t tell her the truth until the day she lost her first boyfriend, Felix at the age of twenty-two to one of her supposed bestfriends. She had gone to his apartment without prior notice, hoping to surprise him, only to find him in bed with her best friend, Melissa. His apartment building security man had given her a pass at the entrance only for her to get the shock of her life that fateful evening. To her dismay, the two of them were not even remorseful.

“Evelyn, count yourself lucky we hid this from you for this long. Do you honestly think any man in his right mind would look twice at you, talk less of marrying a fat, shapeless thing like you?” Felix didn’t mince words as he confronted her, shielding Melissa, who was naked, from her view.

“Really? This is all you have to say for yourself? I love you with everything I have and this is the way you will repay me?” The pain slicing through her was profound and tears filled her eyes. “Melisa, Is this the way you pay back our friendship?”

“Get off your high horse, Eve. Everything that is good shouldn’t belong to you alone nau.” Melissa had stepped out from behind his back, flaunting her hourglass figure. It was like twisting the knife in Evelyn's festering wound.

“Well, you have gotten the surprise you wanted. Simple courtesy demands you call before coming for a visit.” Felix’s mocking smile was the last straw. She had turned around and fled his presence before he completed his sentence.

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Kelvin Ikeduba

“Good morning, love. Hope you slept well?”

Kelvin was half awake when his wife’s voice drifted into his subconscious. He grunted in response, turning his back to her. He could feel her gaze on the rippling muscles of his back.

“Merry Christmas to you. What would you like to have for breakfast?”

“I will let you know when I am fully awake,” His response was a mumble.

Rolling out of bed with a huff, she said, “I will be expecting you downstairs.”

He turned to watch her with open disgust as she wrapped the large robe around her protruding stomach, effectively hiding the folding slabs of flesh around her body. She walked slowly out of the room on heavy, fleshy legs that ended on tiny feet.

He flopped onto his back immediately the door closed behind her and stared at the ceiling, morosely. How did he end up with such an obese, ugly thing?

But he knew.

The first time they met about a year ago, it was her pretty face that had hooked him. She had an innocent air about her. A beautiful face topped with slanted, angelic eyes in the oddest colour of brown flecked with silver, a tiny nose, and a small, pouty mouth topped with rosy pink lips. Her skin was soft, smooth, and flawless.

Under the influence of alcohol, every woman looked like a mermaid that fateful evening. He would pay for that indulgence for the rest of his life.

They had met at his friend, Jeremiah’s wedding reception. It was an evening event and he was among the groomsmen. The previous night had been spent partying at the bachelor’s eve and they were only able to catch a few hours’s sleep before they began to prepare for church.
He had been fueling his body with energy drinks and alcohol all day as there was no time to sit down and eat. He was introduced to Evelyn and her friends shortly after the reception ceremony began. Her perfectly made-up face captured his attention; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He kept returning to her table to make sure they were served with foods and drinks, then he requested for a dance when the opportunity presented itself.

He couldn’t remember how or when they left the party. When he woke up the next morning, someone was knocking consistently on the door and he was in Evelyn’s bed, buck-naked.

“Baby, my dad is at the door. It was the sound of the knocks that woke us up.” Evelyn’s voice was apologetic as she pulled the duvet over her body self-consciously but not before he caught a view of her protruding stomach.

“Did you just say your dad? Whose apartment is this by the way?” He looked around the room with interest. It was a feminine room with its flowery pink and polka dot colour scheme but it was expensively and tastefully furnished as well.

“It is mine. I will take you around when you are fully awake,” She sounded shy.

“Evelyn, will you come out here right now?” A male voice bellowed from the sitting room. Evelyn jumped, startled. His eyes narrowed at her.
“I am coming, Dad. I just woke up,” Her voice was petulant like a little girl’s own. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into?

“How old are you?”

“I am 36 years old. I am an only child and he treats me as if I’m still his little girl of five year old,”

She was a year older than he was, and she was a Daddy’s girl. He groaned as he put his head in his palms. He was in trouble.
With a look of amusement on her face, she slid out of bed, “Don’t be scared, baby. He is not going to kill you,” She had wrapped the duvet round her body.

He couldn’t help glancing at her backside, taking note of the extra fat. He hated chubby girls.

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Olabantu:
What is wrong with this people na, see Mama B, if they are stressing you and the mods are feeling too fly, there a whole lot of site where u can put up your stories, just tell us when u are ready to move and watch us follow

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SHADOWS : #5

Janet Smith sat at the newspaper joint and browsed through the punch, absentmindedly. The baggy black jean shorts and shirt she wore did nothing to hide the fullness of her bust and the curve of her hips. She turned a page and stared straight into the face of her nemesis.
Men argued in loud voices around her. Some nearly came to blows over politics and football. She was oblivious as she looked down at the smiling face which hide a heart that was as black and more devilish than the devil. Chief James Daniels was one of the wealthiest men in the country, he had incredible power and authority.
Her smile was grim as she folded the newspaper and paid for it before leaving the stand. She headed for the bus-stop.
*****
‘Matthew, you can’t believe my purse was picked at Fadeyi bus-stop yesterday.’ Linda told her brother as they engaged in a friendly Table Tennis game at the mini court in their compound. It was a weekend.
‘What were you doing at the bus-stop? What happened to your car?’ His breath came out in short puffs as he ran to keep up with the ball. His sister had always been a great athlete.
‘I was coming from work when my car chooses to break down at that bus-stop. Evening was approaching. I called the mechanic but he was far away. I left the car there and proceeded to take a cab. It was inside the cab that I realised that my purse has been stolen. I spent less than 30 minutes at that bus-stop. It is unbelievable!’ She wasn’t breathing hard as she effortlessly returned her brother’s serve.
‘This is Lagos. Nothing is impossible. How did you pay the cabman?’ His voice was curious as he ran to catch up but his bat missed the flying white ball.
‘Mummy was already home when I arrived. I sent Adam to collect some cash for me. It was so embarrassing.’ She laughed heartily.
‘You had better be more careful in future before they steal you from the bus-stop. You won again!’ He hissed as he dropped the bat and walked out of the court.
‘You are a sour loser!’ She laughed as she followed him out of the court.
*****
“Wow! You chop lucky this evening?’ Roseline whistled through her gaped teeth as her friend emptied the purse she stole from the bus stop.
‘I chop am plenty. Na from one careless rich babe wey stand yakata for bus stop like say na her papa own am. This ATM cards go to Ebele. He fit work am to get more cash.’ Janet picked up the wad of notes, divided it into two equal halves and gave it to her friend.
‘You dash me all?’ Her jaw dropped in shock as she stared down at the raw mints of money in her hand.
‘Babe, we no fit continue this way. Look at us! Sleeping in the same room with six other guys. We get to upgrade. The time don reach.’ Her voice was lowered but Roseline caught the grimness in them.
They were hunkered down in a corner of the room which they shared with six male roommates. Survival was hard. Two guys were arguing over a bowl of Eba and okra in another corner of the room. They ignored them.
‘What is wrong? What are you up to?’ Roseline was speaking in what they termed ‘Serious English’ between them.
‘It is time to move out of this slum. This is the key to our freedom.’ She pulled the rumbled newspaper out of her back pocket and smoothed it out. The smiling face of Chief James Daniels stared back at them. Her fingers trembled and her face tightened into a cold mask.
‘Who is he?’ Roseline’s voice dropped lower still. She took her friend’s cold hands in hers and rubbed it.
‘One day, I will tell you.’ She struggled to firm her voice. ‘I need to see ‘black eye’ first. I can’t do anything without his assistance.’ She met her friend’s worried gaze and winked. Roseline was about to speak when the door opened and she kept her mouth shut.
A short thickset man came in, whose left eyes was covered with a dark patch.
‘Black eye!’ The occupants of the room hailed him.
‘Yo! How una dey? Wey the others?’ He flashed teeth which had gone brown with tobacco, in a grin as he looked around the room. They knew the look. They all came to attention and faced him. ‘Job dey oo. Big money going to private bank. Monday morning. You game?’
‘How we wan take do am? We go meet them for road or na for bank.’ Donald, popularly known as Don rubbed his hands together with glee, the half-eaten eba he was dragging with his roommate, forgotten.
‘Na for inside building go dey better as security go don relax small then. Na so my informat talk sha. I go dey update you as parole dey go.’ He scratched his shin as he met their gazes one by one.
‘Wetin be the name of the bank? Who own am?’ Janet pulled out a rumpled cigarette from her pocket and put it between her lips.
‘Sadona Bank Plc. Na chief James Daniels get better part of it but na the son dey manage am sha. You no am?’ His eyes lit with interest as he noted the frozen shock on her face.
‘Come make I see you.’ She exchanged glances with her friend before rolling to her feet and dragged black eye out of the room.
*****
Mathew Daniels was running late this Monday morning. He had spent the Sunday at a friend’s birthday party where liquor was the only liquid available with finger foods. He was feeling high by the time he got home, close to mid-night. His girlfriend, Charity had let herself into his apartment and was waiting in bed when he staggered into the bedroom. It was a wild night which left him feeling tired and shaky in the morning but he was smiling when he walked into the bank.
An hour later, he was standing beside a cashier to hasten up a transaction for one of their important clients, Adigwe and Sons limited when a young lady walked in. He was sure she was a woman because despite the baggy shorts, t-shirt and low hanging hat pulled over her face, she had one of the most curvaceous figures he had ever come across. Blood rushed to his lower body and he found himself crossing his legs to hide the slight budge in his expensive charcoal black pant trouser.
‘There is an issue on the account sir.’ The cashier called his attention to the screen.
‘What is the problem?’ Get a grip, Mat! He mentally chided himself as he struggled to give his complete attention to the cashier’s explanation.
The next moment, a gunshot rang out. The banking hall was thrown into pandemonium. Mathew and cashier jumped and hide under the cashier’s work station. He wondered what happened to the alarm and security system in the banking hall. Fury and fear battled in his mind until fury won!
‘Where are these security men for God’s sake?’ He shouted as he jumped to his feet, even as the young cashier tugged at his trouser leg.
‘Mr Daniels, they have not gone yet. Please keep your voice down.’ The cashier pleaded in a hushed voice.
*****
The robbery operation took less than thirty minutes to be completed. Janet was the last to leave the banking hall. She turned when she heard the cashier’s voice and realised who the young well-dressed man was. Resentment and bitterness burned through her soul.
He could almost hear the thought forming as she raised her gun and aimed it at him.
‘Don’t do it please!’ He raised his hands in a plea as his voice dropped to a desperate whisper. No sound came out but he fell with a sharp scream as his right ankle seemed to caught fire.
She slipped out of the hall and disappeared.
He was rushed to the hospital immediately the banking hall was cleared of immediate danger.
*****
The party was in full swing. All sort of illegals and drinks were available. The booty had been shared. Everyone was in a cheerful mood. Janet sat apart from the crowd and smoke with a brooding look on her face.
‘Sup babe? A penny for your thought?’ Roseline sat down beside her friend with a glass of champagne.
‘I need to get out of this place as soon as possible. I need my own place to achieve my goal.’ She dropped the half-smoked cigar and stepped over it.
‘I will come with you. When are we leaving?’ She took a tiny sip of the glass, not fully trusting the content of the glass.
‘We will leave soon. By the way, go and throw away that shit in your hand before you got stoned.’ Janet jutted her chin at the glass cup in her hand with an amused smile.
‘I should have known better. Stupid guys! I will meet you outside the house in a minute.’
‘Do that before they took us for the girls they planned to have orgies with. They are fucking useless already.’ Janet was laughing as she weaved her way around the exuberant dancers, groping each other and made it out of the house.
*****
‘You are a lucky young man. You could have lost the use of that leg forever.’ Doctor Sani Abubakar told him as he came into his private ward, closely followed by his parents.
‘Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate your timely treatment.’ He dared not move his right ankle in fear of the radiating pain that had plagued him since the gun-shot.
‘You are welcome. Chief, I will be in my office in case you need to see me. Excuse me.’ The doctor went out of the room and closed the door gently behind him.
‘How are you feeling, son?’ His mother ran her hands and eyes all over him with obvious concern.
‘I am fine, mum. I thought she will kill me. I am thanking God for the narrow escape.’ He shuddered with dread as he recalled the terrifying moment all over again.
‘It was a clean job. An inside job no doubt. The security system was deactivated for the period of robbery operation. Several of the security team including the head and some staffs in the IT department had disappeared off the surface of the earth.’ Chief’s voice vibrated with barely restrained anger.
‘I have a friend who is an expert in security. He may still be able to salvage some of the clip or at least hunt down some of the culprits. We lost a lot, right?’ His voice was low with misery.
‘Yes, we did. I am sure it will run into billions but we are insured. I will hunt down the culprits or whoever is behind this, even if it will take my last breath.’ Chief’s smile was grim.
His wife tried not to cringe at the tone and thanked her star she was not at the receiving end.

Thank you.

For some reasons, I have not been able to post on nairaland since last week.

I sure hope this gets posted.

I have logged in severally on different systems.

ayotukanmi:
I think her posts are getting hidden.
This is the second time I'm noticing her post hidden
Let's calm down people..
She never disappoints

SHADOWS: #5

Janet Smith sat at the newspaper joint and browsed through the punch, absentmindedly. The baggy black jean shorts and shirt she wore did nothing to hide the fullness of her bust and the curve of her hips. She turned a page and stared straight into the face of her nemesis.
Men argued in loud voices around her. Some nearly came to blows over politics and football. She was oblivious as she looked down at the smiling face which hide a heart that was as black and more devilish than the devil. Chief James Daniels was one of the wealthiest men in the country, he had incredible power and authority.
Her smile was grim as she folded the newspaper and paid for it before leaving the stand. She headed for the bus-stop.
*****
‘Matthew, you can’t believe my purse was picked at Fadeyi bus-stop yesterday.’ Linda told her brother as they engaged in a friendly Table Tennis game at the mini court in their compound. It was a weekend.
‘What were you doing at the bus-stop? What happened to your car?’ His breath came out in short puffs as he ran to keep up with the ball. His sister had always been a great athlete.
‘I was coming from work when my car chooses to break down at that bus-stop. Evening was approaching. I called the mechanic but he was far away. I left the car there and proceeded to take a cab. It was inside the cab that I realised that my purse has been stolen. I spent less than 30 minutes at that bus-stop. It is unbelievable!’ She wasn’t breathing hard as she effortlessly returned her brother’s serve.
‘This is Lagos. Nothing is impossible. How did you pay the cabman?’ His voice was curious as he ran to catch up but his bat missed the flying white ball.
‘Mummy was already home when I arrived. I sent Adam to collect some cash for me. It was so embarrassing.’ She laughed heartily.
‘You had better be more careful in future before they steal you from the bus-stop. You won again!’ He hissed as he dropped the bat and walked out of the court.
‘You are a sour loser!’ She laughed as she followed him out of the court.
*****
“Wow! You chop lucky this evening?’ Roseline whistled through her gaped teeth as her friend emptied the purse she stole from the bus stop.
‘I chop am plenty. Na from one careless rich babe wey stand yakata for bus stop like say na her papa own am. This ATM cards go to Ebele. He fit work am to get more cash.’ Janet picked up the wad of notes, divided it into two equal halves and gave it to her friend.
‘You dash me all?’ Her jaw dropped in shock as she stared down at the raw mints of money in her hand.
‘Babe, we no fit continue this way. Look at us! Sleeping in the same room with six other guys. We get to upgrade. The time don reach.’ Her voice was lowered but Roseline caught the grimness in them.
They were hunkered down in a corner of the room which they shared with six male roommates. Survival was hard. Two guys were arguing over a bowl of Eba and okra in another corner of the room. They ignored them.
‘What is wrong? What are you up to?’ Roseline was speaking in what they termed ‘Serious English’ between them.
‘It is time to move out of this slum. This is the key to our freedom.’ She pulled the rumbled newspaper out of her back pocket and smoothed it out. The smiling face of Chief James Daniels stared back at them. Her fingers trembled and her face tightened into a cold mask.
‘Who is he?’ Roseline’s voice dropped lower still. She took her friend’s cold hands in hers and rubbed it.
‘One day, I will tell you.’ She struggled to firm her voice. ‘I need to see ‘black eye’ first. I can’t do anything without his assistance.’ She met her friend’s worried gaze and winked. Roseline was about to speak when the door opened and she kept her mouth shut.
A short thickset man came in, whose left eyes was covered with a dark patch.
‘Black eye!’ The occupants of the room hailed him.
‘Yo! How una dey? Wey the others?’ He flashed teeth which had gone brown with tobacco, in a grin as he looked around the room. They knew the look. They all came to attention and faced him. ‘Job dey oo. Big money going to private bank. Monday morning. You game?’
‘How we wan take do am? We go meet them for road or na for bank.’ Donald, popularly known as Don rubbed his hands together with glee, the half-eaten eba he was dragging with his roommate, forgotten.
‘Na for inside building go dey better as security go don relax small then. Na so my informat talk sha. I go dey update you as parole dey go.’ He scratched his shin as he met their gazes one by one.
‘Wetin be the name of the bank? Who own am?’ Janet pulled out a rumpled cigarette from her pocket and put it between her lips.
‘Sadona Bank Plc. Na chief James Daniels get better part of it but na the son dey manage am sha. You no am?’ His eyes lit with interest as he noted the frozen shock on her face.
‘Come make I see you.’ She exchanged glances with her friend before rolling to her feet and dragged black eye out of the room.

So you know say you dey do oliver twist bah? LOL!

I will try as much as possible.

Olabantu:
Haha.....Ibyemi....Kiloshele.....Mama B, this is getting intereting, but if my oliver twist wont be too much, can we get faster update....

Yes it is.........

You are welcome.

Ann2012:
Too bad

Thanks for the update

SHADOWS : #4
‘Guy, I am in a hot can of soup! I am so confused.’ Francis lamented to his friend. It was Thursday evening, two days to the wedding day. Olayinka was spending the night at his friend’s place. They just came back from where they went shopping for their wedding suits.
‘Are you sure she has a child for you? She was probably lying to stop the wedding.’ Olayinka ventured tentatively.
‘We had an affair when we were in school. She was just out of secondary school then. She got pregnant. I told her to go and get rid of the pregnancy. I practically threw her out of my room that fateful day. I don’t know if she kept it or not. What am I going to tell Toyin now?’ He turned to his friend with a look of abject misery.
Well, Toyin has something to tell you too. What an irony life is! Olayinka sighed quietly.
‘Calm down, Francis. It happened in the past and you have no power over what took place in the past.’
‘She is our best-lady. She may have a plan up her sleeve.’ He was genuinely worried.
‘Stop being paranoid. She can’t be that bad. I will meet her and talk to her. She is human after all.’
*****
‘Is she the one you are talking about?’ Olayinka was shocked to realize Ibiyemi was his friend’s baby mama. They were able to trick her out of Toyin’s house on the pretense that Olayinka’s interested in her best-lady. Toyin was the happy match-maker, she was thrilled at the prospect of their best-man and best-lady hooking up, probably for good but Ibiyemi knew better.
‘Good evening Sir.’ Ibiyemi curtseyed to her boss.
‘How are you, Yemi? What a small world it is! I didn’t know we are attending the same wedding.’ Olayinka smiled at her.
‘You guys knew each other?’ Francis looked from one face to the other in amazement.
‘Of course, we do. She is my personal assistant at our Ilorin branch office.’ His voice turned thoughtful as something occurred to him. ‘Ibiyemi, are you saying Francis is Enitan’ s father?’
‘Yes, sir.’ Her tone was solemn.
‘He exists truly? You mean I have a son?’ Francis looked shell-shocked as he stared at Ibiyemi.
‘Of course, you have a son, you bastard!’ Olayinka was livid with rage as he turned on his friend. The latter looked as if he wanted to faint. ‘The first time I met Ibiyemi, she was in labor with your child! She was disowned by her parent because she got pregnant for you! She was staying at her Aunt’s place and was alone at home when she went into labor! Only God knows what would have happened to her and the innocent child if I hadn’t come across her on the roadside that day.’ Francis had never been at the receiving end of his friend’s cold anger before. He felt ashamed and humbled!
Ibiyemi crossed her arms self-consciously and kept staring at the floor but drops of tears fell on the sand in front of her.
‘I am sorry. Man, I don’t know what else to say but I am truly sorry. It all happened in the past when I wasn’t ready for commitment. I don’t even know how it happens.’ Francis lowered himself unto the front the seat of the car and covered his face in frustration.
‘Yemi, you can go. We will see later.’ Olayinka dismissed her.
‘Thank you, sir.’ Yemi turned on her heels.
‘You will have to invite Toyin to our hotel room tomorrow and talk to her. That is before the bachelor eve start. You need to come clean before you tied the knot if you want peace in your home.’ Olayinka turned to face his friend. The latter sighed heavily.
‘I am scared. She has every right to walk out of this relationship. What will I do if she does?’ His eyes were full of worry.
‘You will leave, Mr. Playboy. I don’t think she will walk out though. She may be angry but she won’t take a walk.’
‘You sound so sure of that.’
‘I am sure.’ Olayinka’s smile was full of irony.
*****
Toyin was amused as she made her way towards her fiancé’s hotel suite. They would be getting married the following day, so she wondered what was so important that he needed to see her tonight when he should be having fun with his friends. How did I get so lucky? Her face was a mask of happiness.
Yemi had been close-mouthed about the nature of her meeting with Francis and his best man. All effort to make her talk had proved abortive. She had also left the house with a flimsy excuse shortly before she did.
Sooner or later, she would get to the root of all her secrecy. Maybe she was making out with France’s gorgeous friend, Olayinka. Who knows? That guy was one hot dude. She sighed in memory as she reached for the door handle and pushed.
Men are pigs. She thought fondly as she stepped over a tray of left-over food and drinks, discarded shoes and a woman’s wrap.
‘Where are you, boo?’ She headed for the bedroom and paused in strides. Groans and moans were coming from the bedroom. Who is that? Where is Francis for God’s sake? She wanted to turn on her heels but curiosity got the best of her. She tiptoed to the door. It was left ajar and she notched it slightly open. Every living nerve in her body froze in shock!
Francis and Yemi were both naked on the bedroom rug. Yemi’s legs were hanging in the air while Francis’s head was buried between her white thighs.
‘Oh my God!’ She slides to the floor in a dead faint!
*****
‘It is Toyin. I am doomed.’ Her voice penetrated his senses and his head jerked up like a lion sensing a prey close by. He saw her body, lying awkwardly on the floor and jumped to his feet.
‘Is she dead? Oh my God!’ He picked her up and cuddled her on his laps. Tears welled up in his eyes.
‘She is not dead. She just fainted.’ Yemi’s voice was calm as she held out a bowl of water and sprinkled it on her friend. She was already dressed up in jeans and a t-shirt.
He frowned at her. Where did that come from? She was wearing a black scanty pantie and a bra that barely covered her nipples under the thin robe when she came in less than an hour ago. He raised his gaze to her cool eyes and they held for several humming seconds.
‘You planned all this?’ His voice came out in a croak as he gestured towards the bottle of champagne she brought with her and her discarded underwear.
‘Yes, I did. You fell for it, didn’t it? You can’t help but wonder what I taste like after all these years. We both enjoyed that, didn’t we?’ Her laughter was hard and brittle. Francis closed his eyes in despair. Toyin stirred in his arms and opened her eyes.
‘Get out, Yemi. I don’t want to see you again in my life. You are evil!’ His voice broke and he swallowed hard.
‘Your sentiment is returned in equal dose.’ Her eyes met Toyin’s confused ones briefly, she considered apologizing to her but realized it would spoil the purpose of the whole charade. That wedding will not take place tomorrow. She turned on her heels and walked out.
He laid her carefully on the bed and picked up a robe to cover his nudity. Her memory came back in a flash and she rolled to her feet.
‘You are a bastard, Francis Adebiyi Adebowale! How dare you? Out of all the girls in the universe, it is my friend and the best lady you are smooching on my wedding eve!’ She flew into his face and scratched him. He tried to hold her but she was as slippery as a heel, scratching, clawing and biting him everywhere she could reach.
‘Stop it, Toyin! Please! I am begging. Will you please listen to me?’ His voice was pleading, even as he tried to hold her.
‘I hate you! You will never know peace. You took away the best day of my life, Francis. I curse the day I meet you.’ She pointed at him as tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her flawless face shamelessly. She picked up her handbag and headed for the door.
‘Toyin, wait, please. Let me explain.’ He reached for her hand and she gave him a resounding slap on his cheek. He staggered backward and watched her leave his room, his life.
How did my life turn this way? He stared bleakly at the door, oblivious to the several bruises and nicks on his body that were beginning to well up with blood. He fell to his knees, held his head in his palm and wept like a baby.
*****
He was not surprised to meet her at her desk on Monday morning. He came to work early purposefully to see her before the other staffs start resuming for the day.
Her heart skipped a bit and started thumping in her chest when she saw him standing on the doorway. Her expression was completely blank as she got to her feet.
‘Good morning sir.’
‘What is good about the morning? You have done your worse right?’ Olayinka walked up to her face. She stepped back and refused to meet his gaze.
‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’
‘Excuse me?’ He gave her an incredulous look. She gave a nonchalant shrug and stared at the floor. He rolled his eyes in exasperation.
‘How does your action make your life better, Yemi? Why did you do it?’ Silence. He heaved out a breath to control his anger. For the first time in his life, he felt like hitting a woman. ‘You have no answer, right? This is exactly one of the reasons I dislike women. They are nothing but evil schemers and hypocrite.’ He hissed as he stormed to his room.
‘Do you want me to resign, sir?’ Her voice stopped him in his strides. He turned around and stared daggers at her.
‘If you have gotten another job, go ahead and resign. Foolish woman!’ He stormed away.
She sat down and heaved a sigh of relieve.

*****
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SHADOWS : #3

‘I hope she is not having an upset stomach? What has she eaten for God’s sake?’ Francis sounded worried as he stared after her departing figure.
‘Maybe you should check on her.’ Olayinka could bet his life she wasn’t having an upset stomach. Rather, she was planning how best to handle the situation and kept him silent forever. He sat down slowly and took a deep breath.
‘Excuse me.’ Francis left the room.
Yinka closed his eyes and sighed. He remembered every detail of their meeting as if it was yesterday.
*****
It was his first night in town. He just returned home after his M. Science programme in the United Kingdom. After the initial thrill of seeing his father and only sister, Oyindamola, he was feeling bored and restless. He was sitting down at the swimming pool terrace, contemplating what to do, when his friends arrived to take him out. They took him to an exclusive all-night club in the heart of Surulere, Lounge 38.
‘We have chartered some special girls just for you.’ Adeniran told him as they passed round goblets of drinks.
He wasn’t sure what else was mixed with the drinks but he didn’t care. He figured a man died just once. He took a large sip and it went straight into his bloodstream. He felt light-headed and energized all at once.
‘Bring them on. I am ready for the babes.’ Olayinka’s grin had turned sloppy.
‘They will screw your brain out tonight.’ Emeka added as he burst into laughter.
The four girls arrived, obviously meant for the four friends and cat-walked into the room. Soft whistles of admiration rented to the air. The girls aimed for the guys with a single-minded concentration which had the other men in the room salivating.
‘Hi, celebrant. My name Oluwatoyin. My friends call me T-girl.’ She sat on his lap in her micro-mini skirt.
To his consternation and excitement, he found out she wore not a stitch of undies under the skirt. Her inner thighs rubbed over the bulge in his trousers and he nearly came instantly.
‘Damn! You are naughty.’ He grabbed her waist to raise her up.
She laughed softly as she leaned back and kissed his neck, grinding her pet little behind on his engorged member. He groaned loud!
It was a night which lingered in his memory for a very long time!
*****
‘Hey, guy. Where did you go?’ Francis snapped his fingers in front of his face. He jolted back to reality.
‘Don’t mind me. I was thinking about a contract I have been pursuing.’ He shrugged. His eyes met Toyin’s where she huddled beside her fiancée. Her eyes dropped away from his. The image of her nude body in various sex positions came unbidden into his mind and he nearly had an erection. He crossed his legs.
‘It is okay. I want to go and get medications for Toyin down the road. Sit down. I will be right back.’ Francis’s voice brooked no argument as he picked up his t-shirt and left the room.
Toyin sat directly opposite Olayinka with a heavy sigh. A heavy silence hung in the room for several humming seconds.
‘Are you still a call girl?’ His voice was low but she heard him clearly.
‘No! I can never do that to Francis. You may find it difficult to believe but I do love him.’ Her voice was pleading.
‘Where did you meet?’ His voice was resonated with curiosity.
‘We met at a mutual friend’s wedding. It was an instant attraction between us. I never knew it will lead to marriage. I love him! I truly do!’
‘He worships the ground you walk on. He is madly in love with you. It will break his heart to find out about your past. I will suggest you tell him yourself before he finds out from an external source.’
‘I am scared. If I do, I am afraid it will destroy his trust in me.’ She hung her head in shame.
‘I have given you my two cents. You have nothing to fear from me. He is not exactly a saint either.’ He gave a nonchalant shrug.
‘Thank you, Olayinka. God bless you for me.’ She crawled on her knees to clasp his arm in gratitude.
‘Please go back to your seat before I grabbed you. The memory of our time together keeps rotating in my head.’ He growled at her. She jumped back in fright. They both burst into laughter.
*****
‘T-girl, someone is at the door. Go and open, please. I am not getting out of this bed unless it is absolutely necessary.’ Ibiyemi buried her head under the pillow and pulled up the duvet against the blowing cold air from the air condition.
It was two days to Francis and Toyin’s wedding. Ibiyemi had been in Lagos for almost one week, helping her friend to prepare for her big day. Her son was staying with her mother at home.
‘Who is it?’ Toyin grumbled as she staggered out of bed.
‘Open the door before I break it down.’ A gruff but suspiciously familiar voice responded.
She hesitated briefly before opening the door. It was Francis. He was grinning from ear to ear. She jumped into his arms and he swirled her around in his big arms.
‘I have missed you so much.’ His arms tightened around her slightly. She giggled.
‘You have only been away for a few days nau. I miss you too anyway.’ She gave him a smacking kiss on his cheek. ‘Put me down , please. I want you to meet my friend. She is also my best lady.’
‘I will be glad to. I am glad I was finally able to get away from work. I am so sorry I have not been around to assist with the preparation. It was Olayinka who had been working tirelessly on my behalf.’ He complained as he sat down on the seat.
‘Sorry, dear. At least, you are here now. Excuse me” She left the room and he made himself at home.
*****
‘Wake up, sleepy head! My fiancée is around.’ Toyin grabbed the duvet and pulled it away from her friend’s face. The latter groaned.
‘I will meet him later. I am tired, T-girl. I need to sleep a bit longer before we go out to finalize the shopping list today.’ Ibiyemi turned away.
‘I appreciate your assistance, Yemi. I really do. Come and help me keep him company while I take my bath. I will sit on your stomach if you don’t get up now.’ She went to pull the curtain blind. Sunlight flooded into the room.
Ibiyemi sat up with a hiss.
‘Has anyone told you lately you are a royal pain in the butt?’
‘I know. Thank you. You are a darling.’ She gave her a noisy kiss on the cheek as she pushed her friend out of the room.
*****
‘Sweetheart, meet my friend and best lady, Ibiyemi. Yemi, this is my one and only, Francis. Kindly keep him company while I quickly take my bath.’ She didn’t notice the shocked expression on their individual faces as she chatted on and escaped from the room immediately.
The sleep cleared immediately from Ibiyemi’ s face as she stared with absolute shock at the father of her illegitimate child!
Francis got to his feet on legs that threatened to fold on itself. He felt numb to the bone and different thoughts clashed in his brain. How come? How could this happen at this time? He closed his eyes as if in a dream and opened it again. She was standing right in front of him in a mini house robe, her lips curled in a snarl.
‘I am not going to disappear, Francis Adebiyi Adebowale. It is just a wish. So we could meet again? God is indeed on the throne.’ Her voice dripped pure sarcasm.
‘Yemi, please don’t start this right now. I love Toyin! I really want to marry her.’ His voice was pleading. His words caused a heavy pang in her chest. She rubbed the middle of her breasts unconsciously.
‘I won’t stop you from marrying her. Your relationship with other women is none of my business. However, my son has a right to know his father. He is seven years old!’ She announced with something close to glee.
He sat down abruptly as he stared at her.
‘You didn’t abort the pregnancy? Are you sure?’ His voice came out in a croak.
‘Do you want to see his picture?’
‘No! Not now. Dear God! This is a nightmare. Someone should please wake me up.’ He buried his head in his hands.
Bastard! That is what you are, Francis. I will see how you get married while I am still around here. She stared at him with a burning hatred she never knew she harbored deep inside her.
‘Hey, guys. How is it going?’ Toyin bustled into the room, oblivious to the tension in the room. Francis looked up with a waned smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
‘Your guy is famished. You had better get him something to eat.’ Ibiyemi flashed her a radiant smile as she left the room.
‘Darling, what will you like to eat?’ She heard her friend’s voice, asking and gritted her teeth in fury. She slammed straight into the bedroom. To her horror, she burst into tears and wept as if her heart will break!

*****
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SHADOWS #2

Omolola was off-duty the day Ademola was discharged from the hospital but she came around to pick him up in her well-used Toyota Corolla 2005 model car. Adedoyin and Chinwe were on duty when she got to the nurse station.
‘Where is the cheerful smile this afternoon, Adedoyin?’
‘I am in trouble, Nurse Lola. I am pregnant.’ Tears filled her eyes as she stared at her senior colleagues. Her lower lips trembled.
‘How could that be? You didn’t use protection with your boyfriend?’ She was worried about the young girl. She glanced at Chinwe, who lowered her gaze and stared at her feet.
‘We did. I can never be that careless. I don’t know what went wrong. It probably burst or something. My father will kill me with his bare hands.’ She covered her face as she sobbed quietly.
‘Condoms are 98 percent effective in preventing pregnancy when used consistently and correctly. They are scientifically porous. This means you are still at risk of unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases. Celibacy is still the safest method of prevention, especially when you are not married or in a relationship with one faithful partner.’ Omolola’s gaze moved from one friend to another.
‘Nurse Lola, what are we going to do? Are you suggesting we should go for tests?’ Chinwe’s eyes were wide with fear.
‘That is the next step for the two of you. Whatever the result is, it is not the end of the world. Stop looking so sad.’
‘It is the beginning of disaster for me. Tunde refused to accept the pregnancy. He accused me of infidelity and denied being the father of the baby.’ Adedoyin murmured in a low voice.
‘She is thinking of abortion. I advised her against it because there was a complication during the last one she did. She doesn’t want to listen to me. Please talk to her, nurse Lola. She is her mother’s only child. Her father has another wife and other kids. Don’t turn the poor woman into a barren.’ Chinwe glared at her friend who glared back stubbornly.
Bitterness rose up in her, followed by deep sadness and anger as she stared at the young woman. Life has not dealt with her yet.
‘Why do you want to throw away your life? Why are you so wicked you want to turn your mother into a childless woman at her age? What is the problem, Adedoyin?’
‘I can’t move around with a bastard in my stomach. It is too embarrassing.’ Her voice was sulky.
‘Oh? It is such a little price to pay for your foolishness. Why didn’t you think of that when you are doing acrobats at the back of Tunde’s Car?’
‘You heard that?’ Her jaw dropped in incredulity as she stared at the older woman. Chinwe snickered into the back of her palm. She turned to glare at her.
‘I am not deaf. Go home and talk to your mother. She may scold you but she won’t turn you away.’ She paused as she turned and saw Ademola, standing a few feet away. He had obviously been discharged and had been waiting since she was talking to the girls. Adedoyin hung her head in shame. ‘Go to the market and get yourself a beautiful wedding ring. No one will have the audacity to question you.’
‘Wow! You are the bomb, Nurse Lola. I love you.’ Adedoyin launched against her and hugged her tightly. Omolola hugged her back and patted her bum.
‘That is my girl!’
‘Nurse Lola, I learned Mr. Ademola is going to your house.’ Chinwe shifted her seat.
‘This hospital grapevine has been busy, right? The two of you are the fuel. Busybodies! Get out of my sight.’ She turned towards the entrance and beckoned to Ademola. The two girls blushed.
‘Good afternoon Sir!’
‘Good afternoon, Ladies! Thank you for the hospitalities. Have a beautiful afternoon’ He curtseyed as he walked out with a single crutch.
*****
‘Welcome to my humble abode, Doctor Ademola!’ Omolola smiled as she walked into her sitting room. She stayed alone in a duplex on Kaduna Road at Adewole Housing Estate.
‘Thank you. It is good to be in a home at last. There is no place like home.’ He looked around at the stylishly but moderately furnished room.
‘The kitchen is down here. We will make a roaster for grocery shopping and cooking. I will put you in the room downstairs because of your health. There is an adjoined bathroom and toilet right here.’ She took him to his room.
It was a big room. The bed was already made-up. Sunlight streamed into the room from the open window. He hobbled to the bed and sat down.
‘Can we postpone the rest of the tour , please? As for grocery and cooking, I will pay you as much as I can as soon as I receive my first pay. No negotiation. I am not choosy either. I will be your perfect host, I promise.’
‘That is easier said than done. No problem. We will see how it goes. You really need to go get some wears as well. I will open a debtor book for you.’ She was teasing.
‘No matter the amount of cash I use to settle my debt, I can never repay your kindness in my life. By the way, have you always stayed in this big house alone?’
‘No. I used to stay with my Aunty and her family. Her husband got a study visa for his Masters' programme at a Canadian University and left with his family. Have you submitted your application?’ He was aware of the abrupt change of topic but decided to let it go. For the moment.
‘Yes, the medical director accepted my application under the circumstance but it was temporary as you said. It is better than doing nothing. I am resuming on Monday.’ He shrugged.
‘Half a bread is better than nothing. What do you want to do now? Do I take you shopping or you want to eat first?’
‘I will take my bath. Give me a few minutes.’
She walked to the kitchen to put a plastic of soup in the wardrobe. She knocked on his room door minutes later and pushed the door open when she heard no response. He was fast asleep on the bed!
*****
Adegbola Construction Company’s building office was always quiet and serene in the morning before her noisy colleagues started trouping in. It was her favorite time of the day as she was usually left to her thought while she worked on back-logs from the previous day. Her ringing tone broke the eerie silence. She jolted as she patted her chest and laughed nervously.
‘Who the hell is that for God’s sake?’ She hissed as she picked up her ringing phone. It was her secondary school, classmate and best friend, Toyin. They got separated after secondary school and met again in Lagos last week during a business trip with her boss, Olayinka Adegbola.
‘Hi, Toyin. How are you doing?’ Ibiyemi Akintola’s voice exuded the smile on her face.
‘I am super fine, Yemi. Guess what?’ Toyin paused dramatically.
‘What is it? Spill it joor!’ Yemi rolled her eyes skyward, even as she giggled.
‘I am getting married. Francis proposed last night.’ She yelled into the phone.
‘Wow! Yippee! I am so happy for you. This is great news.’ She bounced excitedly in her seats.
‘Thank you, babe. I want you as my best lady. We will rock that wedding.’
‘I am your girl, babe. Just keep me updated. Congratulations once again, dear!’
‘Thank you, dear. I will do that. Kindly extend my greetings to your little boy. I hope to see him at the wedding?’
‘I don’t think so. He won’t allow me to rock that wedding the way I like. Who knows? Mr. Right may be hanging somewhere in that party. We will see how it goes anyway.’
They were both laughing as they ended the call.
Yemi put her phone down and stared into space. Her childhood friend was getting married. When will it be my turn? Do men even looked at after-one single mothers like me? A lump formed in her throat and she blinked away unshed tears.
‘Yemi, are you alright?’ Her boss, Olayinka tapped on her desk gently. She blinked him into focus and rose to her feet.
‘Good morning sir.’
‘Good morning, Olayemi. Please sit down. What is the problem? Is it the little man?’ His voice was filled with concern.
‘No sir. Enitan is doing perfectly fine. I received a call from a friend which left me a bit upset.’ She gave a subconscious shrug.
‘Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. Always thank God for the gift of life.’ He rubbed her shoulder casually. She gave a faint smile. ‘Please arrange a meeting with those contractors this morning. We need to meet before we commence work on the new site.’ He hefted his briefcase as he headed to his office.
‘Yes, sir.’ She mumbled as she dropped into her seat and reached for her desk phone.
*****
‘Tell me what I heard about you is not correct, Francis. The confirmed playboy is getting married?’ Yinka stared at his friend across the room. His friend burst into hilarious laughter.
‘You are mad finally, Yinka. Come inside and close my door.’ He went to the mini fridge in the corner of the sitting room and brought out two sweating cans of beer.
‘It is true, right?’ He caught the can of beer that was thrown at him, neatly with one hand and popped it open. He drank deeply.
‘Yes, it is true. I am marrying the best woman in the world. She made me happy, Yinka. I didn’t know I can ever meet anyone who will make me change my mind about commitment but she did it by being herself.’ His friend’s smile turned dreamy. Yinka groaned and shuddered.
‘Stop! I have gotten the message loud and clear. I know it is that stupid bug called love. It gives me the creeps.’ He shuddered again. Francis roared with laughter.
‘It is alright. You are still going to be my best man either you like it or not.’
‘I don’t have any problem with that. Is it not to wear suits and posed with the groom? When are we meeting this paragon of beauty, the woman goddess who pushed my friend into Love slave?’
‘You will meet her today. She will be visiting any moment from now. That reminds me, how about Lara, your live-in lover back in the UK then? Are you guys still keeping in touch with each other?’ Francis sprawled out on the rug.
‘No, we have lost contact with each other. The relationship was fizzling out already before I left the state. The chemistry was no longer there. The distance helped it die a natural death.’ Yinka shrugged as he took a big gulp from Can Beer.
‘I know you are not a womanizer but you find it difficult to trust women. It is what you fear most that you end up attracting at the end of the day. There are loads of great women out there, Yinka. Take it from a chronic playboy.’ Francis smiled at his friend.
Yinka rolled his eyes skyward. ‘I never thought the day will come that you will be preaching matrimony to me. Chai! Love is a bastard.’ His friend burst into laughter. ‘How are you so sure she is the right woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?’
‘Loving someone is a risk. You just have to step out on your faith and have the belief she is the right one for you. I am willing to take the risk.’ The doorbell rang and interrupted their conversation. ‘Come in. The door is not locked.’
The door opened. A curvy petite lady, clad in casual dress walked in.
‘T-girl, how are you?’ Francis vaulted to his feet and engulfed her in a warm hug.
This guy is truly besotted. We will see how long this will last. Women are the ficklest thing on this earth. It is a foolish man who keeps them around permanently. His smile was tinged with cynicism as he took a long sip.
‘Toyin, meet my friend. He is also our best man. His name is Olayinka Adegbola. This is the woman who makes me happy.’ Francis pulled his woman closer as the latter got to his feet.
‘T-girl, how do you do?’ Olayinka struggled to keep his expression neutral as he held her warm palm in his and shook it warmly. He knew her! Her gaze widened when their eyes connected. Memories flashed between them.
Oh No! Dear God! Don’t let karma catch up with me this way. What do I do now? Anguish filled her heart as she struggled to keep her smile in place.
‘I am fine.’ She stepped back on knees that threatened to fold beneath her. ‘I am pressed. I need to use the restroom. Excuse me, guys!’ She made her escape from the room very fast.

*****
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SHADOWS

ONE

It was an idle morning at the nurse station in the male ward of University of Ilorin Teaching Hospital. The two young female nurses on the morning duty were busy, talking and catching up with each other’s social lives when Nurse Lola Adewunmi walked in with a patient file.
‘Good morning, Nurse Lola.’ They chorused. She nodded in acknowledgment as she flipped through the file, catching up on her patient’s medical record.
‘The party was great. I can’t remember the last time I had such fun. After taking two shots of tequila mixed with an energy drink, it was as if the bolts in my muscles were released. I danced as if there was no tomorrow. Tunde’s undivided attention also went straight to my head. The guy was a great dancer.’ Adedoyin’s voice was tinged with excitement as she bounced on the wooden seat.
‘Hmm. May I conclude that you guys eventually ended up in bed or in the car or inside the restroom? Which is it?’ Chinwe’s eyes danced with mischief. Adedoyin giggled girlishly.
‘What do you expect? He handled my body like a pro he was right at the back of his car.’ She raised four fingers.
‘Four rounds? In one night? Na sleep sure pass today.’ Chinwe’s eyes widened in amazement.
‘I am not sure how we got to his house but when I wake up in the morning, we were right in bed together. He eventually drove me to my house at mid-day where I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.’ She sighed with contentment.
‘You are one lucky babe. I wish I have such a lucky day. My guy is out of town. I slept throughout my off-day after doing my laundry.’
‘My dear, the stress on this job is too much. All work and no play make Adedoyin a dull girl.’
‘You are right. I hope you remember the raincoat in the throes of unbridled passion? It is very important.’
‘Importanter self!’ They both giggled helplessly.
‘Nurses, have you seen the new physician? He should be resuming today.’ Lola interrupted their conversation.
‘No. Who is he? Where is he coming from?’ Adedoyin was curious.
‘I don’t have his name but he is replacing Doctor Akpan.’ Her response was absent-minded as she mentally reviewed the number of patients she would be visiting for the morning round, provided there was no emergency requesting her attention.
She was a Senior Nursing sister at the University of Ilorin Teaching Hospital and presently worked at the male ward.
‘What does he look like? We need new faces around here, especially the male species.’ Chinwe winked at her companion.
‘Are you interested in his physical or professional trait?’ Lola raised an eyebrow to her. Both girls tittered like silly school girls. ‘Do you ever discuss other things apart from men? They are not worth your attention as far as I am concerned. If you want to know what he looks like, you will have to wait until he resumes.’ She picked up more files and turned on her heels.
‘Matron Bello is around. I will suggest you postpone your gist and get on with your morning duties.’ She added as she walked away.
‘Yes, ma’am.’ They both jumped down from the stool and went into different part of the building.
*****
Omolola was half-way through her morning ward round when the sound of a siren announced the arrival of an ambulance. She glanced through the window and saw the medics wheeled out the accident victim. It was a single male soaked to his skin in his own blood. He was taken straight into the emergency ward for immediate surgery.
She wondered fleetingly if he would survive the accident, even as she went back to her duty and promptly forgot about the whole scene.
*****
‘Hush! Common, you are a big boy!’ Omolola teased the teenage boy who was rubbing his bum where he just took an injection. His eyes shone with unshed tears while a single tear rolled down the side of his face.
‘I hate injections.’ His voice was gruff as he turned away.
‘Sit down, dear. Take a deep breath.’ She pushed him down unto a seat.
‘Thank you, ma’am.’ His voice was shaky as he dropped into the seat and closed his eyes.
‘Nurse Lola, are you through? Matron Bello needs your urgent attention.’ Chinwe poked her head into the injection room.
‘I will be out in a moment. Thank you.’ She checked the files on the desk and realized the young boy was her last patient for now.
‘Take your time, dear. I will send your mother in to fetch you.’ She laid a hand briefly on his shoulder, he nodded in acknowledgment and she left the room.
*****
‘The new physician hasn’t resumed yet. I will call Doctor Ahmad at LUTH and find out what is going on. Our doctors are over-worked as it is now.’ Matron Bello complained as she walked into her cubicle. Omolola smiled and waited.
‘Do you remember the accident victim from the collision with a tanker driver who was brought in last week?’ Matron Bello linked her fingers on her ample bosom.
‘Yes, ma’am. His surgery was successful, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, it was. He is recuperating quite well but we have an issue on ground.’ She paused dramatically. Omolola almost rolled her eyes in exasperation but she merely inclined her head and waited for her to continue. ‘He has lost his memory. He can’t remember anything up till he opened his eyes after the surgery. Unfortunately, his identity got lost when the car caught fire a few minutes after he was rescued.’ She sighed heavily.
‘That is so sad. How is he going to pay his hospital bills?’ Omolola’s voice was full of empathy.
‘You are always practical. You have no sentimental bone in your body.’ She grinned at the younger woman.
‘Well, someone needs to pay the bill.’ Her lips curved up in an answering smile.
‘You are right. The management is interested in his case. I guess that was because it has been a while we treated any case of Amnesia, especially one resulting from an accident. They will take care of the bills for now. I am putting you in charge of the patient. I want you to work closely with Doctor Umoru. He is his attending physician.’ She lifted up a file and gave it to her.
‘There is no name on his file.’ Omolola stared down at the file, a frown creasing her face.
‘That is because we have no name for him yet. I am sure you will work out something between the two of you.’ Her voice was dismissive as she turned to the system on her desk.
Omolola turned on her heels and walked out.
*****
‘Nurse Lola!’ Adedoyin was breathless as she walked up to her briskly.
‘Yes, Adedoyin. How may I help you?’ Omolola was about to open the door to her patient’s ward when Adedoyin called her name.
‘I learned that you will be taking care of the new patient who has lost his memory.’
Talk of a busy grapevine! Omolola rolled her eyes in exasperation and planted her hands on her hips as she faced her junior colleague.
‘So?’
‘Calm down nau. Have you seen him?’ Her voice dropped to a whisper but her eyes were dancing with excitement.
‘What about him? Why do I need to see him if I have no business with him?’
‘You don’t know what you are missing. He is 6 feet of yummy chocolate sweetness with slanted dreamy eyes. Oh my gosh!’ She fluttered her fingers in front of her face and made a fainting motion. Omolola tried to stifle her laughter but failed miserably.
‘Adedoyin, get out of my sight. I have a patient to attend to. By the way, please pick up my files for the afternoon ward round. I also want you to check on that teenage boy, Ademola and update me on his progress.’ She turned away and opened the door.
Adedoyin didn’t hide her sigh as she stared at Omolola’s curvy backside. She doesn’t even know what she has. I wished I am the one with that bad-ass figure, I will slay till I die. Her thought was filled with envy as she walked away.
*****
‘My name is Ademola.’ Her new patient announced as she stepped in, making her pause mid-stride. She glanced at the second bed which was empty and back at him. He was obviously talking to her!
His head was wrapped in abandage, his left arm was hanging in a cast and likewise his left leg with healing scrapes and bruises on his body. Despite all the scars, he was an absolute pleasure to look at. He was nude except for the knee-length shorts he wore and his long body was draped over the hospital bed carelessly.
She disliked good-looking men. Good-looking was too tame a name to describe this man, though. No wonder all the nurses were going crazy over him. Her defense went up automatically and she frowned as she placed her medical tray on his bedside table.
‘How do you know your name is Ademola?’ Her voice had dropped several inches cooler.
‘I heard you mention the name to your colleague and it clicked in my memory. I can’t remember my surname though.’ He frowned in concentration.
‘Were you eavesdropping on our conversation, Mr. Ademola?’ She gave him a reproaching up and down appraisal.
‘No, I wasn’t. I was coming from the restroom when I heard your conversation with your colleague.’ He gestured to the crutches leaning against the wall and grinned at her. He had obviously heard more than his name. Her gaze turned frosty. ‘Why are you angry?’ His voice turned curious.
‘I am not angry.’ She took deep, even breath to level out her temper. She couldn’t remember the last time she was angry. It took a lot to get her angry these days.
‘I could have been fooled.’ His lips twitched in amusement which vanished in the next moment. ‘I have amnesia. Where was I coming from for God’s sake?’ He added after a moment as he stared unseeingly at the door.
His words jolted her and reminded her she had a job to do. He is nothing but your patient. Don’t let him get a rise out of you. He is just a JOB!
‘How do you know a loss of memory is called Amnesia?’ Her voice was comforting as she picked up his wrist and felt for his pulse.
‘I just know.’ He shrugged and looked up at her. ‘It is funny that this environment feels so familiar to me as if I have been here before.’
‘You probably work in a hospital or pharmacy or any similar health facility. Does that jolt your memory?’ Her voice was soothing as she checked the bandage on his head wound. She cleaned it up and replaced it.
‘Do you have a headache? A Migraine?’ He shook his head in the negative. ‘Good. You are healing up nicely. The cast in your arm should be removed before this week run out. The one in your leg will take a while. Please turn over for your injection.’
‘There is no known cure or treatment for Transient global Amnesia, right?’ His voice was quiet as she helped him to turn unto his stomach. She gave him a steady look.
‘You seem to know a lot of medical jargons, Mr. Ademola. I am sure no Doctor has mentioned that to your hearing.’ He winced slightly as the needle came in contact with the skin on his bum and rubbed it gently when she was done.
‘You are right, Nurse Lola. What do you think?’ His voice was vibrating with suppressed excitement, even as the injection started taking immediate effect. He was struggling to stay awake.
‘Go to sleep, Mr. Ademola. I will bring you some medical journals and macho novels to jostle your brain.’ The last thing he saw as he drifted off to sleep was the smile which transformed her face.
The transformation took his breath away!
*****
‘Good evening Nurse Lola.’ Nurse Aziza greeted as she was preparing to leave for the day.
‘Good evening, Nurse Aziza. How was your day?’ Omolola smiled as she signed in for the night.
‘It was crazy, my dear. You will think everyone is falling sick in this town. The doctors are over-worked. Doctor Jeff nearly snapped my head off today.’ Aziza complained good-naturedly.
‘You should have sent Nurse Chinwe to him. You know she can seduce the devil with her yellow pawpaw skin.’ Aziza burst into hearty laughter. Omolola didn’t crack a smile. ‘By the way, the new Doctor hasn’t resumed yet?’
‘No. I learned Doctor Ahmad is out of the country and couldn’t be reached. By the way, your patient, Ademola has made tremendous progress. He has been walking around with crutches.’ She beamed at her.
‘He is not my patient. He has been on admission for more than 7 weeks. He ought to be discharged any moment from now.’ She removed a powder puff from her purse and dust it over her face.
‘I heard the Doctors discussing that he had been of great assistance to them. You know he has made friends with lots of them and taken the habit of sitting in with them when they are attending to Outpatients. We have you to thank for that discovery. The only problem is that he has nowhere to go.’
‘You can offer him a room in your palatial home in the GRA nau.’ Omolola’s eyes danced with amusement.
‘God forbids. Mba nu….make he com impregnate my sisters and sisters in law, bah? You are the one who is single. Please extend your hospitality.’
‘Thank you, madam Aziza. I am not searching. My regards to your family.’ She turned on her heels and walked into the ward.
‘What kind of mysterious woman are you? What are you hiding, Omolola Adewunmi?’ Despite the fact that they have been colleagues for more than five years, she realized she knew nothing about her personal life. ‘One day will be one-day sha…’ She picked up her purse and left the hospital premises.
*****
‘Good evening Nurse Lola.’ Ademola was sitting up in bed with a big textbook and biro.
‘Good evening Mr. Ademola. I can see you have been busy. How is your health?’ Her voice was brisk and friendly as she checked his wounds. It remained just the leg cast and lots of scarring bruises on his body.
‘I am fine. Thank you for all the books you sent through Nurse Adedoyin. I am most grateful. I have not gotten all my faculties back but I know I belong to the medical world.’
‘You have not been to the other world. You have not left the hospital premises since you were admitted more than 7 weeks ago. I spoke to Doctor Umoru. You will be discharged before the week runs out.’ She picked up her tray.
‘Where will I go? What will I be doing? It is as if a thin veil was covering the memory of my past lives. I feel so frustrated and helpless.’ He banged a knotted fist on the bed.
‘Please give it time. The cause of the temporary memory loss may be due to acute emotional distress as you are not suffering from a migraine or injury to any part of the brain. It will come back with time.’ Her voice was full of empathy.
‘I have been having nightmares though.’ His voice was barely above a whisper.
‘What kind of nightmare?’
‘There is a woman who kept shouting and screaming at me but I don’t understand what she was saying neither I can decipher it. I don’t know who she was either.’ He flipped through the textbook absently.
‘She is probably your wife. I am sure she will be worried by now.’ A sudden sense of disappointment swept over her. Get a grip, Omolola! What do you care about his marital status?
‘I know I have never been married to anyone. I am quite sure of that.’ Or am I? The thought filled him with a sense of dread. Do I have a family somewhere waiting for me to come home? What is this for God’s sake? He wiped a slightly trembling hand down his face and looked at her.
‘I need help with my accommodation. Who can I talk to?’ He asked after a moment.
‘You also need money. What can you do without money?’
‘You are absolutely right. Omolola, please help me. What am I going to do?’ He took her free hand in his but she slid it free and stepped away. He frowned.
She told him about the position of the physician who refused to show up.
‘Speak to Matron Bello. I am sure she will refer you to the medical director. I will see what I can do with your accommodation issue. In the meantime, try to rest and have a good night sleep. It is past midnight already.’ She opened the door.
‘Thank you, Omolola. I can never repay your kindness to me but I will try my best.’ He felt humbled.
‘Don’t thank me too much. Just see me as your surrogate younger sister or mother as the case may be until the real ones turned up.’ He was laughing when she closed the door.
She was not sure if her joking warning was for his benefit or her own. She sighed inaudibly as she went about her business for the rest of the night.

*****

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