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Nat usually referred to her as ‘good girl’ and that was the image Ebube liked to portray. No one really knew her innermost thoughts. Of all the girls, she was the most private and reserved. No one could refer to her as a cheat in the true sense of the word. Besides, there was a strong possibility Charles was also catching trips where he was. To be fair, he was not really that sort of guy, he was more of the committed type but no one could ever be sure. Most guys claimed they were but they would jump at an opportunity to enter under skirt. If he was doing it in Lagos, most people would understand, he was a man after all.

Ebube was still talking when Nat popped a pill in her mouth ‘’are you still on that daily shii.it?’’ she asked. ‘’Don’t kill yourself this woman oh! Ever thought of getting a better contraceptive instead of this pill you are always swallowing?’’

Nat eyed her but said nothing. She drank some more water and frowned as Ebube continued to talk ‘’babe, they said some of these things have side effect oh. Don’t say I didn’t warn you oh! I like you that’s why I keep hammering on it. I told you the one I’m currently on abi? I beg make person nor go do the one when go give am headache for future’’

‘’Ebube, you don’t understand. It’s more than a birth control pill for me’’ Nat replied.

‘’Ehn?’’

‘’PCOS. I have PCOS’’

''What is pecos?''

''I said P.C.O.S!''

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It was a hot Saturday in October and two roommates were at home that day. The previous day, Belinda had taken a flight to her family home in Port Harcourt. Her parents were celebrating their silver jubilee and it was going to be a big party. For several weeks, Belinda toyed with the idea of staying back but her friends convinced her otherwise. If her younger brothers in the States could attend, what excuse did a child in Benin have for not attending?

On that hot afternoon, Ebube was talking about her boyfriend Charles. Charles Uzoh had graduated two years earlier and was currently working in a taxation firm in Lagos. He was young and also quite successful at his young age. He was a graduate of Economics and Statistics (UNIBEN) and he seemed pretty serious with Ebube. She was one of those girls who seemed quite lucky in her relationship.

She was smart, pretty and attracted the right kind of boys. Ebube was quite serious with Charles but she was not the rigid type. She continued to mingle with school boys but it was never anything serious. Initially, her activities included a date here, another date or outing, a departmental dinner, going to the movies or an eatery. Whenever things got too steamy with a certain boy, she knew how to move away. She continued like that for quite a while until one day, kongi got the best of her then she slept with a boy called Idongesit. At first she was ashamed of herself but overtime, shame would flee from her and she would introduce Idongesit to her friends. When the girls knew who he truly was, they would be shocked. Ebube had officially broken her good girl record but who were they to judge? Everyone agreed she had tried by holding out for as long as possible. She was human after all. She was a young girl in her prime at the university and it would be unfair to ask her to live like a pastor's wife.

''There is no virgin in this room’’ Ebube replied.

‘’If you say it long enough, you may start to believe it’’ Belinda replied. ‘’But the fact remains there are some chaste ones’’

‘’I am chaste but I have done it - no regrets. Anyway can someone answer the riddle now? How does a man eat the moimoi along with the leaf?’’ Ebube asked.

The room was quiet for sometime before Belinda burst into her trademark laughter ‘’ejo, someone tell me nah’’ Ebube begged.

‘’Its good old rimming and nothing more’’ Belinda announced.

‘’What da bloody hell! OMG, OMG, eww! I swear I can’t deal. That fine boy? You got to be kidding me! Sorry who did you say is eating the leaf again? You or Kenneth?’’

‘’I dey craze?’’ Nat replied.

‘’Did you watch that? Did you really see that shit? Like literally, did you see the shit?’’ Ebube asked. She was addressing Belinda but Belinda could not speak. She continued to laugh while nodding her head in the affirmative. Then Ebube ran outside the room and continued to laugh. Some minutes later, she came back into the room and announced ‘’I think Kenneth is gay. Belinda, I think you're also gay for watching that stuff. Nat, you need to immerse yourself in the blood. I think yall are perverse and gay for watching and indulging in that dirty act’’ then she ran out of the room again and continued to laugh.

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Ebube didn't think such a shameful day would come but it did the following morning. This time around someone felt justified and rightly so. Nat was pretending like she was sleeping while Belinda was doing all the talking ‘’I saw it life and direct...’’

‘’Eww!’’ Ebube remarked. ‘’So Nat is that mad? Babe, you know I was joking, you didn’t have to do it’’

‘’I’m not complaining oh’’ Nat replied in a cheerful tone. ‘’We had fun abi na lie?’’

‘’I sure did’’ Belinda replied. ‘’We hung out with some of his guys at this point and kill place thereafter we went to a club at GRA. Then later that night, we got home and they crashed in the parlour. Ken obviously thought I was sleeping but of course I was not. Almost immediately the mad people began to have sex. I tell you it was a bit of an educational journey for me. You guys know I have not done it before so ...’’

‘’Lie, lie’’ everyone shouted.

For reasons best known to Belinda, she always claimed she was a virgin but no one believed her.

''Is there any reason you have that shirt on? I mean the denim shirt’’

''Is the shirt disturbing you?’’ Belinda asked.

‘’Not really just that it’s rather large’’

‘’Well its 5pm and soon it would be cold’’

‘’Okay you win so would you like me to help with your makeup?’’

‘’No thanks, I’ve got it covered already’’

‘’I can barely see a thing though’’

‘’And that’s because I wear light makeup silly. Listen do you want me to watch you guys make out or what? Your boyfriend won’t be looking at my face or my cloth so what does it matter?’’

‘’You have a valid point, oya oh make we dey go. Ebube would hear the gist’’

Then Belinda got up and strapped her bag across her chest ‘’about time’’ she murmured.

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About 8 years later at the University of Benin

Nat applied another layer of lipstick on her lips while Belinda watched from a corner ‘’have you heard from her now?’’ Nat asked.

''Ehn?’’ Belinda replied. She could not hear a thing while Nat was speaking and applying lipstick at the same time.

''I said have you been able to reach Ebube?’’ this time around her voice sounded clearer.

‘’Mehn, I don’t think she believes you oh! The last time I called her she sounded like she didn’t believe me. She said she had a tutorial to attend’’

‘’That’s so typical of her to chicken out at the last minute. Kenneth would be disappointed if she does not show up. I made a big deal out of the whole thing. He is looking forward to this auspicious meeting. Of course he has no idea you will sleep over and watch our blue film later in the night but he likes it when we all hang out''

‘’Me too, I can’t wait’’ Belinda murmured. She continued to chat with someone on her phone and Nat eyed what she was wearing. Belinda was a good looking girl but she could be better if only she put in more effort into her dressing. She was not big on makeup and only used it sparingly. Then she dressed like she was going to the choir every bloody time! She had loads of corporate looking blouses with the straight collar and buttons running from top to bottom.

When her friends began to tease her, she decided to pair them with jeans trouser. One day Ebube looked at her and asked ‘’do you forbid tank tops with your plenty jeans trousers? Have you ever thought of substituting a top with your plenty t shirts or blouses?’’

Then Belinda frowned and replied ‘’my arms are fat. Why would you want me to go out in a tank top? For me, a tank top is what you’d wear with a bum shot when you want to wash your clothes on a Saturday morning’’

But overtime Belinda changed, she had begun to wear dresses and she looked great in them. She went on to wear other things, but she never liked to expose her arms. Today she was wearing a lilac dress but she had to spoil it by wearing a rather large denim shirt on top. It was a shirt she wore often and today she had it on again.

Nat continued to look at her and finally it got to Belinda. She put down her phone and eyed Nat ‘’what are you looking at with that kind of eye?’’ she asked.

Mrs Nwadialu smiled at her and tears welled up in her eyes. Then she cupped her chin and whispered ‘’oh my daughter, you are wise beyond your years. They call you daddy’s girl but you are also mummy's rock. You are the dream of every parent. May your children bring you joy and wipe every tear from your face. May they uplift you and cause you no shame. You will marvel at the wisdom from their lips even as children. Not just you but your sisters as well. I’m not quite sure you know what you have done tonight but someday you will understand...’’

‘’Can I sleep in your room then?’’

‘’Yes you can but just for tonight’’

‘’Can I go on some holidays and see daddy?’’

‘’Of course you can but I want you to pray for something better instead’’

‘’Pray for what?’’

‘’I want you children to pray for your daddy to come back to his senses and return home. Would you do that for me?’’

‘’Yes mum’’

They lay down to sleep and the room was quiet before Ebube spoke again ‘’would you like us to pray about it tonight?’’

‘’Why of course!’’ Mrs Nwadialu replied.

They sat up right and mother and daughter held hands and said a short prayer about daddy coming back to his senses. They prayed he would return home and be happy but alas, that would be a prayer that would never be answered. Mr Nwadialu's new wife would go on to have a male child followed by two more sons in quick successions. Mr Nwadialu would never return home until his death.

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Later that evening, Ebube pushed her mother’s door aside and walked into the spacious bedroom. He mother was reading her bible, but she shut it the moment her daughter sat on the bed. Mrs Nwadialu spent the next few minutes praying while Ebube looked around the room.

The lights were dim and the bedroom looked like a shadow of its former self. She could see her father’s side of the wardrobe. It used to contain rows upon rows of black suits and starched white shirts but today there was nothing but empty boxes and Ghana must go bag peering at her. His rows of shiny black shoes were all gone as well.

It was such a shame how quickly things could degenerate. Her father was big on electronics and she noticed how all his gargets had gone out with him. His worn out wig that always stood at a corner was no longer there. His black brief case was gone and she felt like weeping. She recalled telling him to buy a new wig once because his old wig no longer looked shinny but he told her it was better than way. He told her an older looking wig spoke of age and maturity at the bar. Ebube didn’t quite understand it then, but she would come to realize what he meant in later years.

Suddenly her mother reached out and touched her arm ‘’did you want to tell me something before you went to bed?’’

‘’No’’ Ebube replied.

‘’Are you sure?’’

Then Ebube hugged her tight and refused to let go ‘’what’s it all about?’’ Mrs Nwadialu asked the moment her daughter released her neck.

‘’I just wanted you to know I know and its okay. I’m not angry. I can sleep with you this night so you won’t feel bad’’

''Mean is good. Mean drives the truth faster plus it's my coping mechanism. You like to cry so you can start crying. Uche likes to read so she can continue reading. Mummy likes to pray so she can continue praying. You do your own and I'll do my own''

Suddenly, the room was quiet then Ebube whispered ‘’how come everyone knew this but me?’’

‘’Because you are a baby’’

‘’I’m not a baby!’’ Ebube refuted.

‘’Okay so maybe it’s because you are daddy’s girl and they don’t want to hurt you or make you think less of him. Maybe it’s because you are the last born and that’s no one’s fault. Where were you when I was doing my first Christmas on earth? Next time try and come as first or second born so they can tell you big things like this, besides na you dey boarding house – not my fault’’

Then Ebube began to heave and Isioma turned around and looked at her in disgust. She looked like a masquerade with her thick eye brow and dark liner under eyes. Ebube wanted to cry badly, but the moment she saw Isioma’s face, the cry left her throat one time ‘’Jesus Christ, what were you trying to do just now?’’ Isioma asked in disgust ‘’I beg don’t put me in trouble oh!’’

‘’I won’t cry but I feel bad. I feel bad Isi. I feel bad because I have lived a lie. Every time daddy said it didn’t matter that there was no boy. He told us we were strong like boys. He told us we could do what boys did. He told us...’’

‘’He lied’’

‘’Yes he did and his heart did not even touch him to call me’’

‘’You are supposed to be his favourite and I think it’s worse for him because he has failed his protégée. He is ashamed, it is guilty conscience so forgive him’’

‘’Who is a protégé?’’

‘’Are you not the one who wants to read law because her father is a lawyer? If you wanted to do it to please him, now is the time to stop. You can read English or International relations instead, its 4 years. Law is 5 and that’s not adding their law school or NYSC. By the time you finish, you will be like Methuselah abi edede! All your mates go don marry born finish’’

Then Ebube stood up and announced ‘’thanks for telling me everything. You see I didn’t cry because I’m older and wiser. You people should stop hiding things from me''

''I hear you''

''There is another reason I didn’t cry sha’’

‘’Tell me’’ Isioma said. By now she was trying out a red lipstick.

Then Ebube walked towards the door to avoid any flying item. She waited for a bit before announcing ‘’your makeup is just sha terrible. I wanted to cry but I started to laugh instead’’ then she ran out of the room before Isioma’s shoe could reach her.

''He has closed the office. He went to Abuja because he got like this big federal parastatal work there plus he won't be alone. He went with that his secretary!’’

‘’Okay so when are they coming back?’’

‘’Are you deaf or something? I see you hiding to read Mills and boon abi Hints and Heart magazine so you cannot pretend you don’t know what I mean’’

‘’Really?’’ Ebube asked. ‘’You mean like that? Like him and the secretary...’’

‘’Yes like that. He went to do traditional marriage for the woman. She is pregnant!’’

‘’Really? So is it like he was feeling sorry for her and then he now married her or like...’’

‘’Don’t be slow nah; he got her pregnant. You know that thing grownups do? So yeah like that. She is having his baby so congratulations. You will soon have a step sibling most likely a baby brother’’

‘’But why?’’

‘’Because Y has a long tail and two branches’’

Then Ebube hissed and announced ‘’Isi, you promised to tell me the truth. Why did mummy allow it?’’

Isioma sighed deeply like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulder then she continued ‘'one she cannot have more children because the doctor says so. Two if she disobeys the doctor and has more children, something bad may happen to her enemy. Three even if she disobeys the doctor and gets pregnant, what is the chance it won’t be a fourth girl? So is it worth it? Is it better we lose our mother so we can have a father who will still go ahead to marry another woman?''

''I guess not''

''Yep so either way mummy has lost because he needs a male child like now now. Your father is looking for an heir, a son he never had. A son that will inherit his property so bad news for all of us - OYO is now our middle name. Next time you come to the world, ask God to make you a boy. I hear they were hoping and praying you would be the one to save us as per last born tinz but we all know you were not the redeemer’’

''You don’t have to be so mean about it''

The day the truth became plain, Ebube had just asked after her father again. Isioma was staring at the mirror and carefully lining her eyebrow with a black eye pencil. She ignored her younger sister but Ebube was persistent ‘’why is everyone lying about daddy?’’ she asked. ‘’Today mummy will say Abuja and tomorrow Uche will say another thing. Then the other day, I told mummy to call his landline and she said she cannot. I think everybody is hiding something’’

‘’How old are you again?’’ Isioma asked.

‘’What kind of question is that?’’

‘’You are the one asking for information and you know I nor dey cover mouth talk before’’

The room was quiet for a while until Ebube spoke up ‘’14 years old’’

Then Isioma turned to face her and spat out ‘’then you better act your age. It’s not the one I will tell you then you will begin to cry like that time I told you Father Christmas does not exist. If you call my name for this matter ehn I will deny you hands down’’

‘’Where is daddy? He didn’t send his driver to pick me and he has not spoken with me for two weeks now. I now went to them mummy and daddy’s room and saw his wardrobe was empty...’’

‘’Your father is not coming back!’’

‘’Why?’’ Ebube asked.

‘’Because he decided to move to Abuja''

''But why Abuja? What of his office here?''

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Ebube was the last child of three female children born to Mr and Mrs Nwadialu. Her family lived in Asaba and their family situation could be described as comfortable. Her father was a lawyer who worked in a law firm while her mother worked as an administrator in a government hospital.

Ebube lived a fairy tale life until things began to go awry in her family. But of course she had no idea things had been bad for a long time. She was at the boarding house anyway so she had no clue until after her JSS3 exam came to an end. She came home and met a house without her father. For some days, everyone refused to tell her where he had gone.

The first indication that something was wrong was the conflicting stories she got from everyone. Her mother told her he had travelled to Abuja. Then when her eldest sister got back from school and Ebube asked about their dad, Uche told her he went to see his relations in the village. Her immediate elder sister was more forthcoming though. Everyone knew Isioma was brutally honest and her knack for speaking plainly had gotten her into trouble a couple of time.
As a general rule, people believed the closer the age gap, the closer the siblings, but same could not be said for Isioma. She was in SS3 but Ebube was far closer to their eldest sister at the university. Isioma was nobody’s friend and she enjoyed keeping malice with everyone and that included their gateman, neighbours, maid and dog!

jtenna:
Fantasyisland, you are intend talent personified. I have been a silent reader of your work since you started writing on NL. Am not usually fazed by the talents of other writers but I must admit you have got a unique style here. I wouldn't go on and on because you've probably heard it lots of times.
But please do indulge me on ur secrets. Do you start and finish a story here on NL or you've written it before and just copy and paste?
How do U manage with writer's laziness? Lol because as for mua, I have been struggling to finish four different novels. I usually drop an unfinished one, and start another.
Do pray tell.

Thanks dear. I don't write any story on Nairaland unless I'm nearly done. I may have loads left to do i.e grammatical error, arrangement and a bit of fine tuning but I make sure the work is nearly complete. I also know how the story would end (I have it in my head) even if its not finished. I know the characters I would kill off and readers opinions never sway me. While some may be complaining about a character I've killed off or what someone should or shouldn't have done, I'm probably tidying the last few chapters of the novel. It also helps that I don't update with a phone (I have a very unfriendly phone when it comes to typing)


Next time you are tempted to write a story, don't paste it on Nairaland until you're like 60 to 70% complete. Just keep typing and saving somewhere or writing it down on a paper. Don't be tempted to paste it until you know the fate of the major characters. Hopefully you wouldn't have incomplete stories. Hope that helped.

Thank you everyone, thank you. Good morning yall.

Mrs Edwards was the sole provider at that point. She had learnt how to bake as a young girl and now the craft came handy. She bought bread from the popular Emu bakery and sold along with provisions in front of her house. Mr Edwards decided to do something useful for once. He helped with the sales in the morning while his family was away at school and work.

He was very prudent with his wife’s money and he helped with deliveries as well. Mrs Edwards also made chin chin and cup cake. In addition, she made buns, egg roll, fish roll and puff puff. When small chops first crept into the Nigerian market, she was one of the first to run off to Lagos to learn the trade.

Overtime, she became the go to person when you needed help with pastries. She sold to the kiosk women at her school and in church. She sold to anyone who was interested in buying on a large scale. She became very successful at this business and her husband became her right hand man.

The business was completely her idea and she was the brain behind it but she would incorporate her husband into it and he would prove to be successful especially with record keeping and deliveries. The business became theirs and their children got involved as well.

The business would grow so large and Mrs Edwards would contemplate taking an early retirement but her husband cautioned her against it. He advised her to reach the pinnacle of her career before signing off. To the outside world, the Edwards climb to success seemed really easy but it was not so. It took the Edwards a very long time to attain this stage, but it was worth it. As a matter of fact, life was tough for Nat throughout her primary and secondary school years. It was only when she got into the university, there seemed to be some sort of respite. It was a good thing the hardest days (when they could barely afford a three square meal) were when the children were still young and could barely remember how tough life was.

In later years, they were none the wiser. They didn’t have an entitled life but they were happy children.

In actual fact, Mr Edwards was the head usher in his local church and so he let his light shine. He greeted the manual labourers as they moved around with their tools and sack. Sometimes a certain neighbour would stop for a natter and they would converse in their native dialect. Mr Edwards loved his front porch. He had his meal there and even washed his clothes (by himself) in front of his house. In addition, everyone knew his stool and wooden chair which was always on standby. Of all his items, none was as constant as his radio.

That was the image Nat would always have of her father - a man lazing on a wooden chair with a transistor radio on a stool. By the time she returned from school with her siblings, he would still be in front of the yard with his small transistor radio by his hand or on the stool. On most mornings, he smiled at his children as they sauntered off to school and sometimes he walked his own children to the junction to take a ride. Sometimes he escorted them because he wanted to take back their transport fare while seeing to it that they entered a friend’s car.

Initially Mrs Edwards was cross with her husband. The couple quarreled a lot but her husband remained obstinate. At times, Mrs Edwards would punish him by not cooking his meal however her husband would remain undeterred. He often bought edible worm and ate it with kpokpo garri. Other times it would be kpokpo garri and groundnut. And on those days when he was feeling a bit lucky, it would be kpokpo garri and corned beef. Anytime he ate corned beef, he would save a bit for his 3 children because it was a rare treat for them.

He could be an annoying man yet he was such a cheerful fellow. His children loved him to the moon and back because he joked a lot and taught them never to take life seriously. Even when his wife picked up a fight with him, he advised her not to allow anger and bitterness kill her. Then he would sing songs to her in her native Isoko dialect and remind her to be patient while she would continue to cry and insult him. By the time she was done, he would hug her and remind her she was living in his property free of charge ''when last did you pay rent?'' he would ask. He was such a lovable rouge and Mrs Edwards didn’t know what to do with her husband.

The swindler (Mr Awaretoma) was a fellow neighbour and church member who continued to plead with Mr Edwards. Mr Awaretoma could beg for the whole of Africa, but he would not agree to refund a kobo. He claimed he was duped as well by a fellow contractor. He had nothing to give and he claimed he lost all his money too.

Mr Edwards involved the police but Mr Awaretoma was let out on bail the following day. Then he came with their pastor and some elders and continued to beg Mr Edwards. It was such a useless web to be caught in. The swindler was as slippery as an eel and he had a sugary tongue to go with it. He knew people who knew people and he often joked that he was safer at a police station than staying at home! Mr Edwards was so frustrated, he didn’t know what to do. He didn't believe Awaretoma was swindled but he was running out of options. At the end of the day, he decided to allow God judge the case. He would often tell his wife and children ''God will judge him'' and when he said the word 'judge' he would pronounce it with the typical Warri accent.

After that incidence, Mr Edwards closed shop completely. He spent his days sitting by the front of his dilapidated home and watching the birds, goats and fowl go by. He watched the trees sway around lazily before the earth opened its bowel and blessed the earth. He watched the sun rise and set daily and he praised God while at it.

He was a jolly good fellow and everyone knew him. He waved at neighbours as they went about their daily duties. Sometimes he moved closer to them and would begin to talk about politics or sports. Most times he got their attention, but at other times, they would wave at him and hurry away. Mr Edwards was indeed a greeter and most of the workers knew he had nothing to lose by chatting all day.

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‘’You will repeat SS1!’’ her father thundered. ‘’You will repeat this class and this time, I will ensure you sit in the science class. If you are not careful, I will take you out of that school and you will become a day student! You must take physics and chemistry if you want to become a doctor’’

‘’But I don’t want to read medicine’’ Belinda yelled. ‘’I don’t want to be a doctor’’

Then she ran out of the room before her parents could say anything else. For the next minute, there was silence before Dr Okro went loco. He sighed deeply before giving her the usual line Nigerian men loved ‘’you see your child?’’ he asked his wife.

‘’She is now my child abi?’’

‘’Oh she is your child. I am talking to her and she is running away like we are still abroad. Is this Texas? How many years on and she is still displaying that oyibo nonsense’’

‘’I will talk to her tonight’’ Mrs Okoro whispered. Then the pair looked into the distance and kept quiet.

Unfortunately the high-handed Okoro's didn’t consider the most important thing. It didn’t occur to them that Belinda had aced all her papers. Her least grade was a C which she scored in biology. Everything else was on her result was either an A or a B. It was indeed an irony.

That was a long time ago and Belinda would continue with her art class. She was as stubborn as her parents. She would go on to defy her parents by choosing to pursue her tertiary education in Nigeria. Her parents would kick a fuss, call pastors, aunties and uncles but Belinda would remain unperturbed.

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Belinda Okoro, Natasha Edwards and Ebube Nwadialu had always been good friends right from their secondary school days. The trio met at boarding house and had remained firm friends from that date. Now they were in their 3rd year at the university and nothing had changed. Belinda Okoro was a bubbly girl. On the day the girls first met, she was the first to walk up to Natasha and Ebube then she asked them to stop crying like babies.

She had always been that sort of person. She was easy to talk to and she laughed a lot. She was the sort of person that would say something and get away it but if you said the same thing, people would think you were rude - sort of like Joan Rivers. She was the youngest of the three by a year but she was very intelligent. She was also strong not so much physically but emotionally.

She had a dimple on her chubby cheeks and another joke right up her sleeves. In addition, Belinda had always struggled with her weight. She was not really fat, but she had always been on the big side. She used to be worried about it as a teenager, but the older she grew the less of an issue it became.

Of the three girls, Belinda was the most privileged. She came from a wealthy family, but she was very humble. She was born in the States so it was quite common for her to go on summer breaks which she detested by the way. Her parents were medical doctors and they spent a good number of years in Texas before they decided to return back to Nigeria and set up their hospital.

A lot was expected of Belinda and her younger brothers. For starters, her parents expected her to study medicine abroad. However, the young Belinda had something else in mind. She quickly established herself as a rebel right after her JSS 3 examination. She removed herself from the science class and decided to join Ebube at the pure arts class. Natasha was a science student who dreamt of nothing other than working as a civil engineer.

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She clapped her hands and continued like a street trader ''girls, he tapped that thing so bad I walked out with two left legs!''

''Wow!'' someone yelled.

''He chopped the moimoi and chopped the leaf join…''

''Meaning? I'm sorry but you lost me there'' Ebube said.

''Don’t be a dulling girl!'' Belinda yelled.

Then Ebube looked at her and frowned ''like really girls, how does a guy chop the leaf to join the moimoi? Belinda, if you know tell me''

Then Belinda looked around the room with a confused look on her face. Truth be told, she had no idea what Natasha meant by that. In that second, the room was quiet. Natasha was watching her while Ebube was looking at both of them.

''Pray tell me'' Ebube yelled.

Natasha rolled her eyes and replied in a small voice ''the secret things belong to the Lord our God…''

Then Ebube began to laugh and Belinda joined in. Once Ebube was done, she announced ''you know what this means right? It didn’t happen girl. No one was ringing your bell. No one was scratching your back and no one was eating any moimoi''

Then Belinda burst into another round of laughter and Natasha looked like she would cry. She opened her mouth to say something then shut it again before yelling ''sure it did happen. But you didn’t let me finish''

''No. Why don’t you tell me how a man eats the leaf along with the moimoi. I'm talking sex wise now''

''I can't tell you for its better experienced. Would you like to come with me next time? Kenneth likes to play team tag with two ladies…''

''Wow!'' Belinda yelled.

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I will attempt to write a clean novel on this occasion. If I fail (hopefully not) I shall jejely make my way to my favourite section. But let me challenge myself here.

stuff46:
Good to hear so.

Thanks bro...

uanda:
Hello everyone,

I am the owner of the said talktolove.
I am so sorry for having being taged plagiarist.
All concerned contents removed.

I also want to state here that numerous attempts to get the author failed as he neither replied to emails nor give his digits as requested on the tred.

We also received permissions from authors of all stories on the blog. You all can seek confirmations from them.

Once again, all inconveniences regreted.

That is wrong and you know it. If you write to someone and they don't get back to you for whatever reason, that does not qualify as consent to use their work. I have written to you already and I am doing it again here because I can see folks have called you out here. You don't have permission to use my work and i'll appreciate if you take it down. Many thanks.

Have you ever wanted to read the complete story? Good news, The Unloved Wife (best Writer for the Month of February 2015) is now on Okadabooks.

If you've read the book and you'd like your friends to read about it, tell them and don't forget to rate. Here is the link:

http://okadabooks.com/book/about/10082

I am currently working on my other books so they will be going up soon. Thanks guys