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ibkaye: productive thank you, yourself? [s](Still gunning for the mod position? Fingers crossed)[/s]

And how are you this morning?

You don't sleep at night

I am good, on 'starvation mode' never been this hungry in my life.

@ tovot you ignore me wen I hala @ you y is that?

Maeslo hellos dharlung.

Harlos hey

lukfame: Twists...tnx for making my day HBG

Thank you and welcome on board

Cathydera: I can't stop reading this piece to the extent of bookmarking it.. i read it In the house, in the car, at work, and back home.
A typical African settings.
Kudos girl.
one thing I can predict is that ife, Kenny, Malaika are sisters, related to Mike And Femi at large.

Thanks dear...about your prediction..#lips sealed.#

princesa: Congrats humbled, we made it to frontpage. It means more regular updates and read! 

#welcome guys 

At last, where have you been? What happened to your whatsapp? We need to talk skate.


[quote author=Eze_Promoe]Okay  [/quote]yeaA

Annstar: Wow...... So when is d next update coming...

I was thinking of asking you guys to help me draw up a timetable Which will work for all our benefits. Thanks

alleviate2002us: #Space booked....

thanks, I love your signature.

SugaryBelle: I pray your dreams come true...

Hmm,nice twist...HBG,abeg while Ife is going abt her family issues,Malaika nd Mike can at least start dating already na,me want anoda s.ex scene...*covers face*

Hmmmm, thanks and I will see what I can do ma'am.

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The following months were ubearable for Ife, school work took the front seat, she shut Kehinde totally out of her life.
They met in passing at school and always avoided long conversations with her. If she wasn't at the library she was at the orphanage she had decided to help when she wasn't busy. Her father's death didn't strip her of her brains or will to live.

After the schools closed for christmas she volunteered at little angels orphanage, she wasn't ready to face her family. Her aunt had made herself clear so she had stayed in South Africa.

She understood what it felt like when Malaika had to stay behind, though their situations were different, the feeling was close to home. She had blocked her family's calls and wanted nothing to do with them, their bridge was gone and he wasn't coming back.

Christmas eve was worse, she had stayed in to avoid masses of people doing the last minute christmas shopping, the beautiful green and red decorations outside the shops. Every corner screamed Christmas, so she had watched television while families were engrossed with each other wrapping gifts and children baking cookies for father christmas.

Kenny would have popped by only if she would let her in, but she had decided to do things her own way. The scandals of the Abayomi was not her business, nor was Kenny. The door bell rang, she rose abrutly, thinking it was the kids down the block trying to raise funds by singing door to door for small change.

“I don't have money!” She hissed getting up to open the door, her mother Tumni stood at the door with Sarah. She felt a pang of emotion, tears welling inside her eyes.

“Mom, is this really you?” She threw herself in the old woman's arms. Her mother had endured the nigerian civil war, had seen good days and bad days and her wrinkles were a proof of that. Sarah stood besides her mother, learning by the wall.

“Yes baby, I have missed you so. Why did you shut me out like that?” Her mother dabbed tears with a silk hanker chief.

“Blame it on her!” Ife glared at Sarah, making a way for the two women to enter.

“Ife,” Tumni separated the two, she knew her daughter and her sister in-law. It was true that beasts do not sleep together, because Ife and Sarah battled for a spot that they both knew Tumni had occupied. “Not now my dear. Would you be a darling and give us some refreshments?”

“What refreshments mother? This witch made sure I don't get my monthly allowance. So I only have water, surely you can manage that?”

Her mother gave her a horrible stare, like she wasn't sure Ife was her daughter. Ife had avoided the stare and dashed to the kitchen, came back with a tray of two glasses of tap water. After they sat down she went on and watched television like they were not even there.

“My sister you see what I was avoiding?” Sarah said fidgeting on the couch. “This child ought to have known her mother, this rebellion should stop.”

Sarah always talked like she was God, she knew everything and was never wrong. If Ife didn't respect her mother, she would have closed the door at the old hag's face. She hated the woman with passion.

“It was my fault, I hated her mother, she would have stolen my husband from me since I couldn't bore him a child.”

“You did a right thing but you shouldn't have raised this invalid!”

“Who is an invalid? That daughter of yours that keeps failing jamb?”

“Stop this embarrassment Sarah, I raised this child as my own for 21 years and you have been trying to misplace her with your daughter.

The reason your here is to solve the issue at hand not add fuel to the fire.”

Tumni was now on her feet, blocking Sarah from touching Ife.

“Mama, why does she hate me so much? What did my Igbo mother do to her?” Ife sniffed, trying to hide the tears. She wished her father was around, atleast he knew how to put his sister in her place.

“Calm down, getting worked up will not get us somewhere.” Her mother took out a white A4 envelope out of her bag and handed it to Ife. “Your father left you that, its confidential and had been signed and sealed by him.”

Ife yanked the envelop and tore it open, skimming through her father's hand writing. Sarah's neck rose like that of an ostrich ogling at what's written in the papers Ife had in hand. She raised her head painfully watching her mother steadily.

“I thought nobody knew where she was?” Ife's skin was burning with anger. “Mama, what is my name?”

“Ife.”

“Mama, please look at me and tell me that I am Ife-Oluwa!”

“Yes you are.” Tumni moved closer to try and touch her daughter who flung herself loose from her and told her not to touch her again.

“Then who is Taiwo?” The two elder women sweeped the floor with their lashes. How could she have been so stupid? “And you give Kehinde away? Was I worth being raised by you? When I had lost my sister and mother?

The funny thing is I know Kenny and my biological mother, I don't know what it is you wanted to archive but, I know them.”

*************
Ife opened her eyes. The sunlight bathing her skin as she lay on her side, not far away from Kenny. She tried closing her eyes. what had happened the previous night was something she didnt want to deal with that particular morning, but thoughts clawed deep into her brain, forbidding her to go back to sleep.

looking around her, she felt pity for Kenny, running away from home was never a solution. She imagined how it would be like if she ran away from home. Her mother would be crying and her evil aunt would be comforting her, telling her she knew Ife was always trouble. A chip of the old block.

Her father wouldn't survive it, with cancer stealing his life away from him, her running away would be the last streak. She could almost see Becky's nervous eyes staring at the wall as they filled up with tears. Ife couldn't really careless about her mother or her aunts or what they would go through, the only person she could care for after her dad was Becky, the girl was still in SS1, she looked up to her big cousin and loved her so much.

“Like you would run away from home, mtcheew.” She hissed snapping back to reality.

“Hey, are you talking alone?” Kenny drawled rubbing sleep away from her eyes. The bright spring sunlight cutting the room in half and dust-motes dancing in the wall of light. Kenny was glowing, she looked prettier when she had no makeup on her.

She nervously pulled the duvet up over her head, like she knew Ife was watching her.

“There is no use doing that ma'am, its morning already.” Malaika said cheerfully holding a tray of breakfast goodies. Ife thanked her gods, the girl was a blessing. She placed the tray on the dressing table as the girls got up to wash their faces and brush their teeth.

Everything turned upside down when Ife's phone rang, they were planning on how to set up a meeting with Barbie's mother. It was a private number, she hated private numbers but the girls urged her to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Ife-Oluwa?” It was her aunt, the evil Sarah, the only time the woman had called her was when she was still in Nigeria, about five years ago annoucing her grandmother's death. She was like the spoke's person of her father's family affairs, always meddling and making the loudest noise.

“Who died aunt Sarah? We both know you never call me unless its something tragic.”

“My dear, its not like that, you know that you always give me a cold shoulder whenever I try to get closer to you.”

Ife laughed, Sarah? Closer to her? The world should be coming to an end. “Did you call me for a chat? Should I login on Skype?”

“Spoilt brat! Your father is dead o!”

She had seen it coming, though she didn't have a solution yet she knew his life was a ticking bomb, ready to explode anytime. They had to let him rest in peace. “Anything else?”

“What? That's all you can say?” Sarah asked irritated.

“Do I look like God to you? Do I get to choose who lives and who dies? I knew this day would come, funny enough I have been preparing for it.”

“Your a witch, you hear me? Your a witch, you and your Igbo mother conspirated against my brother and killed him! I knew my brother didn't have this Oyinbo disease, your filthy mother bewitched him. You will not get a kobo from his properties!”

“Anything else dearest aunty?” Sarah had dropped the call as Ife sanked onto the bed, sobbing. The girls had excused themselves when she picked up the call and she was all alone on her bed.

Her fears had finally caught up with her, her life as a professor's daughter had just ended. She knew deep down that she would never know peace in her father's house, now that he was in Abraham's bossom. Her aunt had always wanted nothing to do with a half breed. An igbo one for that matter, all she had to do was to talk to the woman who raised her, she should atleast know something about her mother.

Eze Promoe: [color=crimson]Inserendipitously, I have null Swahili parlance. I would have transcribed and demystified this for your easy comprehension. [/color]

Just shoot me, its fine.

Eze Promoe: But my question is, Was there a hysterectomy during the abortion, be it deliberate or inadvertent?

only the embryo is removed from the uterus, since the abortion was a success and there were no signs of needing a second suction or experienced haemorrhage, that big word wasn't necessary

Eze Promoe: [color=crimson]Without saying much, I hereby, cordially and jovially, laud your gargantuan sense of Pan-Africanism in your work, not forgetting the creativity and educative features embedded in it. I consider this, an elixir to ennui and boredom, and a lucid vive la difference to many other piece I see on Nairaland. I think the writer of this masterpiece should go beyond writing under a pseudonym on a forum, and churn out publications, which I promise you, will be a sure blockbuster.


Concerning the story, I think Malaika is a girl undergoing pubescence who would later have her eyes opened.
But my question is, Was there a hysterectomy during the abortion, be it deliberate or inadvertent?[/color]

bla....this your grammer is killing me.

But from what I understand, thank you so much. Fighting for a place in this society is somehow difficult so I am trying to do that through literature.

thanks bla

ibkaye: Fine dear, yourself?

head above water...how's ur afternoon?

@ vicky thank you so much love
@Ngwana.mobu, will hit you up with a pm soonest, m hitting the streets of pitori next week and ke batla re kopane, what sayeth thou

@Sugarybelle... love your username sounds like one sweet pwety lady right there

I wanna be like Chinua Achebe you know thanks for the moral support. Appreciated and much love.

timpaker:
interesting..... So are you indirectly disqualifying those without designers?
Oh, you wouldn't answer us anymore right? How is it our fault that we cannot contact our designers? I have complained here (and there), sent PMs and still haven't gotten a reply or reassigned to another designer...... And you call that "playing catch"?
Smh

should I enter the nl server and bring onegig with me? I have told you to pm ONEGIG several times, even offline I asked you to do that or he isn't good for you?

Tell us the designer you want then, @ ur service timpacker.

Rap maestro: nah.. howdy

m humbled...

And jy?

Ancient mummie ibkaye and uncle Mynd how are you doing?

^ ^ Nedu and Barag, thanks bo lovy....

Lemme go and see what I can scrap down there.

Cuddlemii: What are the names of your designers? I would contact them. If they are indisposed, I'd re-assign both of you Asap. Thanks.

dear, some peple loves playing catch even when there is nothing to catch, from today don't answer them.

They are just pulling our legs

The grass always looks greener from the other side....its when you are standing on it you will realise just how...erm it is.

biafranqueen: You are simply amazing you keep surprising me Girl you are too much !

Thanks ma'am....its an honor to have you here

Rap maestro: for where? Abi you smoke sh?t?

for here! Got a problem with that?

^ ^ ^ thanks guys....

Neduzze5: I'm sightseeing all of you guys.


So so enjoying this my long FRENCH LEAVE.



HBG and Pearl, whatcha you guys saying

which one be french leave?

russigin: @cuddlemi,my designer went awol after our first meeting...can i get a new designer or do i still wait for him?

talk to Kennikazi he migght help