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Davefirst: Hey!!! I love this story die.. Am even thinking, are you from South Africa or Nigeria or an Half-Cast?

Dave I am going to tell mommy for you

I am a proudly Southern African, from the Tsonga tribe to be exact

Rajosh: HBG where art thou, why have thou forsaken thy thread?

BukkyDan: Sis HBG, where are you nah?
eeiyaa is not fair o;(

Chuksemi: I'm getting that feeling......

Guys relax na...m back now and might update later today

BukkyDan: #whispers into her ears# indomie is a brand of noodles...you hear? That what students eat..and...don't tell anybody.

thanks darling.

*in sasha's voice* omo ibo, warreva you name is the door is always open o!

Thanks for da update ma'am.

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Rajosh: I have finally arrived.HBG I'm realy enjoying this story.My heart was beating faster like crazy when I thought Malaika had died.Thank God it was only a dream.Nice job.Keep it up.

thanks

BukkyDan: Uhmm...never knew Ife was this NICE...good to know she's cool.

@ sis HBG...weldone o, this dose made my Indomie go down well...
More softness to your fingers...

wats indomie? *hides*

Thanks dear

xynerise: Only God knows what Rule 17 contains

really?

“Ladies, we are in Pretoria.” The driver announced, the girls separated then, wiping their tears at the same time. “Welcome to mini Lagos Kenny, here you won't even miss Nigeria, its like one of them places back home.” Ife Informed her cheerful.

“So its true then, my brother always brags about this place.” Her eyes widened as they passed Unisa, she screamed. “That's Unisa? Oh my gosh! its beautiful! Its a pity they don't offer classes like University of Pretoria though.” Ife was laughing, “Girl your hilarious.” They giggled and moved about singing "takkies is the place to be!"

“How did you know that song?” Ife asked amazed, beaming Kenny replied; “My sis went to UP too.”

“This girls are sick o!” The driver muttered to himself, shaking his head but the girls have heard him. “wetin be your own sef?” They asked him adding a long hiss. “mtcheew!”

“So what are you studying? Can't believe we are going to be in the same school.” Kenny asked Ife after they settled down.
“Psychology, serving my long sentence.” She answered grinning. “And you?”
“Me too.”
“Are you for real?”
“Yep, my dad had to pull some strings though. Long story, I had to write strings of tests with Unisa and stuff.”
“That doesn't matter.”
“And where are you going to stay?”
“In hatfield with my brother.” Kenny said, Ife's grin disappeared as fast as it had appeared. She slumped back to her seat sulking her finger. She felt so connected to Kenny the way she had never felt all her life. The girl was just like her, and brought the worst and best in her. “Come on, we will still hangout.” Kenny was the one doing the cheering now, they had arrived at Ife's place.

“Could you please drop her at her destination then you can bring the car back?” Ife asked her driver who gave her the 'you owe me.' Look, “yea fine, I owe you.” She rolled her eyes at the driver who was at the elevator with her bags. Kenny went up with them, nobody was home but Ife bit them goodbye as she complained of a mild headache. “Will ping you later miss.” Kenny said formally before the elavator closed leaving Ife behind.

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The house was empty, Malaika's overnight back wasn't in her wordrobe either. Her phone wasn't going through, bbm's messages were not delivered. Ife couldn't sleep, her parents kept coming into the picture whenever she tried to close her eyes.

She smsed the driver and asked him to drop the key at the gate, the security guard would bring it when he knocked off.

Her clothes needed to be unpacked. But why was Malaika's phone off? Could she be at Femi's? Because home was the last place wanted to be, and her reasons were stupid. How long would she avoid her mother? Did she know how important family is? She tried her phone once more, which told her the number she had dialled doesn't exist.

She prayed that she was fine, Pretoria like many of the big cities in Africa was like an ocean with different kinds of predators. Unpacking took her like forever, her mother had groomed her into a fine neat lady who took care of herself and hated untidy people.

Later she ran herself a hot bath, relaxing and taking things of her mind. Her phone interrupted and she had to sprint to the bedroom, she knew her mother would call so she couldn't miss her calls. The number didn't have a code, she picked it up thinking its Malaika. “Malaika is that you? Gosh I was so worried, where are you?”

“Ife, its Kenny, took your numbers from your hot driver.” Came an excited voice at the other end of the line. Ife sat down on the bed disappointed, she tried to sound thrilled though. “Oh, I thought you were my roomate, how's your new crib?”
“My brother is bossing me around already, giving me 101 rules and regulations. I can't wait to move out.” Kenny said in a whisper. “Why are you whispering? Is he that bad?” Ife asked giggling. She had never had siblings so being bossed around sounded funny. “He is here,” there was silence for few minutes. “He used to deal with us back at home, dad has always trusted him to be the man when he wasn't around. Like he is a man mtcheew!” Kenny hissed, Ife had stopped laughing. The brother might really be a pain.

The call took one hour and thirty minutes as they talked about this and that, who was the hottest guy in the entertainment industry, their love for shoes and brazilian hair.

“Boko Haram is promising to take away my only ticket to freedom, will ping you when he has calmed down. Bye.” Kenny ended the call before Ife could say bye or ask who Boko Haram was but she sure had a good idea who he was; Kenny's brother, she couldn't wait to see him. Kenny's call had lifted up her spirits, she was able to close her eyes without her parents haunting her.

The chilly air made her shiver, creating goose bumps on her arms. She had forgotten how cold the place could be, and hated herself for wearing a light jacket, but she had to manage with only that on, there was no time to visit the ladies.

People were milling about the place going on all directions that she lost her way and bumped into people, excuses flying by as everyone wanted to get to his/her destination in time.

“Watch it!” A man not far way from her screamed at a girl who was on her knees gathering her items that had spilled from her hand bag. When the girl raised her head, Ife realised that it was the girl who was sitting next to her in the plane. The girl seemed a bit out of place, she had been like that when she board the plane.

“Hey, are you okay?” She offered to help, nobody paid the girl any attention, they seemed too preoccupied with their own business. The girl thanked Ife as they walked out of the building.

“First time?” Ife asked, searching for the guy who was supposed to fetch her. “In South Africa?” The other girl asked, Ife nodded skimming the crowd. “Yea, my dad just love sending us down here, my brother is also here doing his masters. I am Kenny by the way.” The other girl kept the conversation going. “Where are you going? I should really start looking for a taxi.”

Ife looked at her then, she was fair skin. Oval face, bushy trimmed eye brows and lovely dimples. A smile formed on Ife's face as she thought of calling the girl dimples. “Where is Taiwo?” She asked still checking the girl out.

“Urm, there aint Taiwo, its just me, I didn't get your name though.” She said changing the subject.

“Ife-Oluwa, and other hundred yoruba names but I preffered to be called Ife...and I am going to Pretoria.”

“Oh that's nice, I am going to Pretoria too, let's get a taxi. Its chilly out here.” She was rubbing her arms to make friction, she had undermined the weather and didn't bother checking when she left Lagos.

Ife had seen the driver and had ran from where she was to catch him before he disappeared. She called Kenny to join them minutes later, grinning from ear to ear admiring her new Hundai... “Your driving us right?” She asked the driver. “Yea, but I won't be driving you around, your father said I am to drive you to Pretoria only.”

“Duh, I know. Let's go then.” she opened the door for Kenny as the driver loaded their luggage in the boot. “So Kehinde right?” She asked on their way to Pretoria, Kenny nodded. “Why did you take sleeping tablets before the plane left Lasgidi?” Kehinde was looking out of the window, “My sister died in the Dana crash, I still can't travel on plane unless sedated or drugged when the plane starts moving.” She said still looking out. The driver sighed, and Ife was tongue tight, she couldn't imagine the pain the girl was going through, and it was too soon for her to be traveling. “Don't you think its too early to be traveling then?” She asked.

Kehinde turned and looked at her, “My sister had fulfilled her dreams. She was going to get married then, she died with her fiance.” She paused, then lifted Ife's chin with her fingers so that their faces were at the same level. “See, my life has to go on, can't stop living because she is gone. That would be foolish don't you think?” Their eyes locked, tears streaming down their faces. Something deep seemed to have touched them, some kind of a force they couldn't understand because the embraced each other and wept silently for a long time, like they felt each other's pain, one heart. The driver would have sweared the two had known each other all their lives.

PART TWO

MIXED BLESSINGS-DNA

“ ~Mixed blessings,
Like joy of the sea coming home to shore,
May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul.

As the wind loves to call things to dance,
May your gravity by lightened by grace.

Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth,
May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect.

As water takes whatever shape it is in,
So free may you be about who you become.

As silence smiles on the other side of what's said,
May your sense of irony bring perspective.

As time remains free of all that it frames,
May your mind stay clear of all it names.

May your prayer of listening deepen enough
to hear in the depths the laughter of God.~”

― John O'Donohue.


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At 5:30am the plane landed, at the O.R. Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg South Africa. The screeching of the wheels as the touched the ground woke the passengers, whom yawned and prepared to get out. The girl next to Ife-Oluwa swallowed hard, eyes still closed, she looked like she would be sleeping for some time.

Ife wiped the window to look out, the heavy pregnant clouds promised rain. She smiled at the site of Johannesburg, atleast the country didn't have the sickening scent of her father's medication. Wherever she would go back home the scent would be there, the place was like a hospital, she was sure that people who had been in hospitals for two long would kill for fresh air. Her father's illness had drowned away her happiness and held her prisoner in her own home.

Her father Professor Abusiudumare had discovered that he had Chronic Lymphocytic Leukaemia also known as (CLL). His doctor had put him on an ("expectant management" ) for five years until the symptoms showed up and he had to go under chemotherapy, Biological therapy, radiation therapy which prepared him for a bone marrow transplant.

Chemotherapy had left once a strong Professor of Arts and Culture at the Obafemi Awolowo University was a frail man who couldn't even walk by himself. It was said if he had faught chemotherapy then he had almost beaten the battle.

But his daughter had no hope, especially when there was relapse as all the treatments were not promising cure. With the bone marrow transplant done, all they had to do was wait, she had been the donor since her
Human leukocyte antigen (HLA) markers matched with that of her father. Still it made no difference to her, she had asked her father why he opted for treatment when he might die from it anyway but her father had told her that no man in his family went down without a fight. He had kept a strong face around his daughter but she knew he was going through hell.

Her mother had cried when she left for school, being an only child had its disadvantages, and leaving her parents at that state was heart breaking. Though she knew that her life had to go on, her father had always told her to sieze every opportunity she had to get education while she still has both parents, live her life without regrets because both he and her mother had had lived theirs it. She and her mother were best of friends though the woman wasn't biologically her mother. Her biological mother left the day she was named, at the hospital and never came back.

Her father had closed the chapter of the woman who had borne him a child, and his wife had step in and raise the child who was a product of a love affair between the professor and his student.

She was just glad that her parents loved her enough to tell her everything while she was still young and prepared her for the world outside.

“Ma'am, we have landed, do you need help with anything?” A hostess asked her smiling. She shook her head, and the hostess gestured to the sleeping girl next to her. “And your sister?”

“Why do you say we are sisters?” Ife asked baffled, the hostess smiled. “I just know.” She said.

Ife shook her head, “She isn't my sister, I don't even know her, but will wake her up thanks.” The hostess moved along to help other passengers. “Hey,” she gently shook the sleeping girl, the girl had been sleeping for seven hours. The girl didn't budge, she shook vigorously. “Hey, wake up.” The girl opened her eyes blinking, shilding her eyes from the light that came from the bulb above them. “Whe have landed.” Ife informed her gathering her stuff, and left a the girl who called after her.

“Urm..excuse me?”
“Yea?”
“Thanks.” Ife nodded slightly and left. She had to make a call, she couldn't wait to lay her hands on her new car, her father had suprised her with the car's documents on his hospital bed just two days before she had left. He said he knew South Africa too well and was not comfortable with his daughter traveling on foot or having to use public transport whenever she needed to leave her flat.

Tovot: Hello,where's everyone?

babe, m here.

Hi ya'll

VanTee20: Which kain short update be dis?

*unfollows thread*

[quote author=Foxy_Rebirth]You did not stick to our deal Ma'am [/quote]stay away from trouble then we can talk.

chistar01: Nice one mynd!.

HBG, can you kindly modify the lecture related posts into normal fonts instead of the large fonts, and limit the use of multiple colour fonts.

Just that some of us use phones with very small screens and low imaging quality to browse, making it difficult to read the largely coloured writeups. Thanks

hao you don't like my early christmas tree decorations? ?

Ok