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The unexpected death of her husband, the accusing
fingers of her in-laws and the loss of will to live,
throws Bose into a world, more real to her than the
physical word.



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Not Alone


Many People wonder why some other persons do things under the table. They wonder why they do strange things; things that makes the authorities dump them in a psychiatric hospital. I wrote this story today with the hope that when I die, someone would see it and understand that I enjoyed my life as a supposed lunatic than I would have, as a normal person.

About 14 years ago, I lost my husband, Michael. He was the most caring man I had ever met. Living with him, I would say, wrongly changed my mentality about the general issues of life. He was rich and caring. I no longer knew what it meant to want. I no longer knew what it meant to be lied to or lied against and disrespected; after all, no one did such to a rich man's wife.

I lived life thinking there was no more pain in the world. I believed everyone had it as rosy as I did. Little did I know that my husband was protecting me from untold hardship. He loved me so much, he protected me from the wickedness men showed to each other.

I cried my eyes out when he died. People consoled me; telling me to take heart but, I could not. The most painful part of it all was that I was not able to give him a child before he died; be it dead or living, boy or girl. I had no miscarriage nor did I miss my period. There was not a single attempt at conception. Like that wasn't cruel enough, he had to die too.

For days, I was so lost in thought; thinking about him and wondering if I could go on without him.

Three days after the death of my husband, his mother-whom I had called immediately after his death- came in with some members of their family. At first I was happy that I would have loved ones to console me and me them. I thought I had loved ones who felt and understood to a large extent, the pain in my heart. I did not need people who would will say. 'I feel your pain', when they actually felt nothing. They had not the slightest idea what I was going through.

On seeing my mother in-law, I ran to greet her; leaving our pastor and his wife who were consoling me, as well as my friends, two, who were there with me.

'Mama!’ I wailed, 'Michael has left me alone...He left us ooo'.

'Shut up!' Michael’s mother screamed. 'You witch! You killed my son because of money...You have killed my only son'. She sat on the cushion and quickly rose again; rushing forward to attack me.

I was taken aback. I opened my mouth in surprise to the false accusation. For a moment, due to too much grief, I lost my senses. Only to regain and lose them again when my mother-in-law's fist hit me.

I never knew I had fainted, because immediately I received the blow, every one around disappeared. Within seconds, I saw Michael coming into the room with the same dress he wore the night he died.

'Ah! Michael, Michael." I cried. 'What happened? Why did you leave me?'

'I did not....

Opeoluwa99:
Beautiful, wow no 'bidemi' today or are you continuing the story,Divepen sir

Posted

welcome baba

I'm in.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
Man, it's a flash. Some stories are better left with touching questions.

The essence of this is to write a story one can understand.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
She had it deep in her pretty eyes. Will you marry me, Bukky?' her lips trembled. She was kneeling. But once a killer, always one.

According to Repogirl, your story must not leave touch questions. This one has left us with a lot.

Authors believe it sweet to tweet stories. So, I started posting stories on my whatsapp status and it made sense.


You can try it out.
.Here's an example.

Tunde jumped into the river and people said he was mad but when he returned with the drowning queen, he was called a hero.

The Surprise Proposal
John sat at the table and waited. He wanted it to be the best thing he would do. He had never being so agitated. He checked his wristwatch and shifted again. A waiter came and desire to know if he will like to buy something.
‘Give me Malta Guinness’. He said. Normally, he wouldn’t take Malta Guinness but it was her favourite. He would do anything to see her happy. He would do anything to make her always remain the love of his life.
After he and Shola met and had become friends, he had been harbouring the thought of telling her how he felt about her but he decided to wait until their friendship was solid. The last lady he told about his love was more of an acquaintance than a friend because they had known each other for years before they started dating; yet, they had not gotten time to talk and enjoy knowing each other. So, when they started dating, it was more like a routine to talk. They tried hard to build a relationship but it was like making a ship travel on land.
John hoped he would surprise as he had hoped; just as he had imagined all month. The plan had been simple and because of the simplicity, she fell for it.
He checked the time again. She was ten minute late. He shifted. The music in the background seems to talk to him.
I dreamt of you and never wanted to stop.
I saw your face and wished it would remain the only image in my brain.
I am obsessed.
I am possessed.
No regrets.
Just be mine.

Just as he sipped to the middle of the Malta Guinness’ bottle, she entered. His heart flipped.
She wore a red flora gown. The edge of the cloth kissed her knee and the sight of this made his blood become warmer. He had been seeing her as a friend for years but today he could not wish for any other woman to be the love of his life. She has just the same feature as Omotola. Her fairness was outlined by her long dark hair made him swallow hard.
‘Am I late?’ Shola said as sat opposite him. He smiled. The plan was working.
He shook his head, raised his eyebrow, and said.’ Of course, you are ten minutes late’.
‘I’m sorry joor… at least, I got here before her’, she said as she brought a small mirror from her bag and patted her hair into a shape she desired, the way he loved it.
‘How do I look?’
‘Perfect. Just as I like. Just as she would like it’.
She blushed.’ Leave me joor…’
He told her he wanted her to witness when he would be proposing to his girlfriend since she was his best friend. Although, when he told her, he expected to see disappointment or jealousy in her eyes, he saw none of such. She was his best friend, and all his friends and family knew that; in fact, they thought the two of them were dating. And if he told anybody he was not dating her, they would think he was pretending. The only person aside her who knew John wasn’t dating her was his friend, Wale.
‘I hope she’s beautiful. This one that you did not tell me your best friend who you were dating until you wanted to propose marriage to her’. She said and glared at him. ‘If she’s not beautiful, I’ll send her back’.
‘She would be here soon’. He said, smiling. He had planned it well. Her seat was backing the door.
‘Oh! There she comes’, he said and she turned. He hurriedly removed the case from his pocket, went on his knee, and opened the case.
‘There is-‘Shola said as she turned towards him. She stared at him in surprise. And her eyes went from his face to the case and back to the face again.
‘Will you marry me, Shola?’
She stared at him, her eyes became wider. She inhaled a long breathe and whimpered. He smiled. She love him and was happy.
‘You shouldn’t have deceived me’, she said. Tears dropped from her eyes and her eyes were now fixed on the ground.’ I love you… But you told me you wanted to propose to someone else’.
He nodded.
‘Is that a yes?’
‘After you….’ She said and hissed. Her eyes closed and he knew something was wrong. He watched her closely as she opened and closed her mouth severally.

‘Wale had proposed to me and I told him to I’ll give him a reply later’.
‘Wale? Did he not know we were in a relationship? Why didn’t he tell him?’
‘Why didn’t you tell him, at least, that you love me…?’
‘He knew…’

‘He didn’t-‘
‘Did you give him a reply’?
Tears streamed down her face. She stared at him and held his hand. His heart was burning. He swallowed hard as his body became numb and he wished the news would change.
‘When you told me you’ve found a lady and that you were going to propose to her today. I felt there wasn’t any need to wait for you any longer. So-‘
Hot liquid substance flowed across his face but he was not concerned. He wanted to know what happened.
‘I told him, yes, yesterday. You should have told me plainly. You know I am not good with…’
She said. And burst into tears. She carried her bag and rushed out of the restaurant, leaving him on his knee. He stared into space as the music in the background came in.
And I …will always love you...


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AlNelssyn:
For in Thoughts,Thou seem Nuts....

And in all,

you produced none

firestar:
[color=#990444] A mirage... A façade Sur visage. [/color]

This my boss
Always on point.

I sighted the sky, I smiled.