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Jo u enjoy talking alone? Inheritance stuff

[quote author=Mynd_44]I stay up late always.

So did anything special happen today, you would like to share? Perhaps a silly fight or something curious.[/quote]

Silkmoth33: ah! ok love. im going n gone. left right left right forward march.

you look healthy and sooo cute in this picture how old were you? I like those boots too

I knew it...but what was william thinking I would pack and leave nigeria by foot if my hushband sleeps with 'another' woman. I can never get past that

Btw bukky, you said Barbra had tried to keep her feelings for her hubby @ bay for years why is that? What m tryina ask is were they both abstaining?

Jo' go to bed already....I see you.

princesa:

what's with you? I caught u atlast....what a ride. *sigh*

I loved Daisy, her man? Nah....so the avarage nigerian men are like Jide? And by the way! Abeg you and Repogirl used the name Grace as some unimportant person and all. My name sake...

Night watch mode activated

Teespice: Just seeing this as well. How's the weekend going. Hope good?

so far so good, though its kinda hot down here and yours?

bigsholly: HBG as done it again. Wow d wait worth n d
Story is superb just picturing myself inside
As if am there. Weldon ma'ma

thanks bigsholly, which character wud u be?

Bolt2011: Wow!!! Interesting story. Well done HBG
The wait is always worth it. Please keep it coming. More ink to your pen.

thanks bold

sigmundfreud: Ow! Thanks for the vote of confidence.

mmmm...ur welcome

princesa: okay

let the teddy be pink too, thanks

noted

princesa: so much for trying

its the hormonal fluctuation again


@hbg
could you get me a teddy and a chocolate cake please

there is no harm in liking brother sigmundfreud, don't be sad, Uju is just dealing with her own marital problem

Will get your stuff on the flipside...

“What happened is that I fired into thin air, to scare the scoundrel off, and he did ran, cursing and calling you with filthy names under the sky. I had to protect you, you didn't want to come with me so I waited till you fell asleep. It was easy to persue you then.” He sipped his coffee. “Femi called your phone, I didn't pick, he left messages threatening to kill you. That's why I have decided to take your phone, you will be using another phone from now on.” He yawned, taking the remote and turned on the tv, waiting for her to say something.

“Why would you protect me Mike?” Malaika wasn't sure of her own voice, there she was thinking Mike had killed Femi, but all he did was to protect her.

Mike took her hands and kissed the back of her palms, brushed his finger across her flawless dark cheecks. “A man turns into a fool for love my dear.” He said softly, she immediately pulled her hands away abrudly. “Mike, we can't be, you don't love me.” She said blushing, way too obvious for Mike to notice.

He smiled at her. “Malaika, I loved you that rainy day you asked me if I was married. I never want to see you hurt and always tried to do right by you. Girl, no man would wake up at 4am for any girl! Not Unless he is inlove.”

She moved a bit from him nervously. “I am not ready for a relationship, I am not even sure I love you Mike.” He pulled her towards her ever so slowly.

“I didn't ask you to love me back, just said I love you.”

“Aint we supposed to date and stuff?”

“I am not ready to be with you either, there is a lot at stake but whenever we are ready we will seek and find each other.” He reassured her dismissing the topic.

Malaika seemed to be cautious, “And Ife?” She had to know everything.

Mike waved her off,“She knows, but it doesn't matter. Will cross the bridge when we reach it.” Malaika got the hind but pressed on.

“I hope she doesn't do katakata.” She said quitely, Mike shifted his attention on the Africa Morning news. She knew that he would kill if disturbed when watching the current affairs on SABC2.
But before it slipped her mind she told him about Nia.“Dan's daughter is here.”

“I know.” Came a curt reply from Mike.

Only if he knew he was making it impossible for her to talk to him with the "give me some space" attitide.
“What are you going to do about it?”

“Take care of her ofcouse, what else is there to do? She is my daughter after all.” Mike's attention was still on the telly. Malaika got up shocked. “Why was Dan supporting the child if she is yours?” She asked

“Malaika I am tired, could we please do this another time?” Mike said his attention still on the tv. Malaika was upset, how could he say that? When she had been playing mother Theresa to Dineo and his child? While she was supposed to be preparing for the next semester? How pathetic! She blocked his view from the television. “Let me get this straight, you slept with your best friend's girlfriend and got her pregnant then lie to him about the child's paternity?”

Mike got up to leave, but Malaika blocked his way again. “We were all drunk and Dan had to rush somewhere leaving his girlfriend in my care. One thing let to the other and that's it.” He pushed her out of his way, but she stood her ground. “So Mike too has skeletons in his closet?” She let out a mockery laugh. He sat down again,
Looking distressed.

“Ok, can we talk like adults now? We have been bickering at each other for far too long don't you think?”

Malaika nodded, he continued. “Telling Dan would have ruined our relationship but hiding it now is no use, Dan is nomore and that bitch is not fit to raise my daughter.”

“So you basically have two daughters from different mothers and a niece?”

“Yep.”

“The note said the mother brought the child here because she couldn't locate Dan and stuff.”

“That's a bluff, she was covering her tracks, she was a wreckless mother. She sacked Dan thousands claiming it was for the child while using it to maintain herself.”

“And you kept quite? For a friend while your own flesh and blood suffers?” Mike ignored the question, and started talking about Dineo and the abortion.

The topic still rubbed salt into raw wounds, Malaika decided to do the listening rather than talking. She listened to him going on and on about raising children and the reason behind Dineo's abortion, was that she couldn't take care of herself, having a child would have ruined her life.

Malaika felt at ease when Mike opened up, she was glad that he didn't see abortion as a tabboo like her folks.

“Nia is a good girl.”

Mike looked at her bewildered, like Malaika was speaking in tongues. “Nia?” He asked eyebrows raised. She giggled, then pouting she said;

“Yea, Nia means Purpose in Swahili, I named Dan's, well your daughter that.”

He shook his head yawning. “Nice. I need to rest, see you in the morning?” He got up to rinse his mug, Malaika came after him. “Leave it there, will rinse it with mine.” He thanked her and went upstairs.

Malaika had forgotten to ask him to leave her keys and what was to happen with Nia around. She hated entering people's bedrooms especially at night but had no choice. knocking softly, Mike told her to come in. She opened the door, tiptoed in and lean on door.

“Erm, Mike...my keys, phone? And..and what about Nia?”

He gave her the "I am trying to get some sleep here so make it snappy." look. Mike's moods changed like a pregnant women.

“Are you done?” He asked fumbling with Malaika's phone.

“I hate it when your like this!” Malaika shrieked, forgeting that Dineo and Nia were sleeping. Mike ignored her completely and turned off his bedside lamp to sleep. She turned on the light.

“What is your problem?” He hissed, getting up. “Do you want me to force you out of here?” Malaika sat on the edge of his bed while he stood next to her, face red with anger.

“Let's see you try.” She said softly. He sat next to her, arms crossed on his chest. “Okay miss, I am at your service.”

They both laughed at his statement.

“On a serious note,” Malaika turned and looked at him. “You need to look for a school for Nia and you will have to make time for her on weekends.”

“That's why your here Angie.” He said smiling at her. “Is your father a king?”

“My father a king? Why?”

“Because you carry yourself like a princess, you stumbled and fell but had courage to get up and get your life back on track again.”

“He used to call me that too, he is just a preacher.” She got up, “I guess I should be leaving then?” Mike shook his head. He pulled her down on the bed.

“Why did your father say your a princess?” He asked concerned, she zoomed his room for a moment before answering him. Mike's bedroom had no funny ordour Femi's room had. The ordour was from the dirty socks and smelling feet. Mike's bedroom smelled like mint, no socks peeping from the open wardrobe drawers, no clothes pilled on the wordrobe floor. Everything was arranged neatly.

“Well, he said behaving like a princess is hard work, its not about looking beautiful or wearing a crown, its what is inside that matters.” She looked up and their eyes met, their heads moved closer. She felt a knot forming in her tummy, she got up and went for the door. “See you later Mike.” She whispered. Mike only nodded.

She tiptoed down the stairs to the girls bedroom, holding her chest with her hand, her heart felt like it would pop out of her mouth anytime.


Loving Mike was going to be a challenge, he had mood swings and had a bad temper but life was all about risks wasn't it? Even the famous fairytale princesses took chances.

A long journey had just started, she had solved her problems. Sorted things with her mother which was troubling her. Closing her eyes, for a first time in six months she felt like she belonged, like she was home and her loving parents were around.

She snuggled tight next to Nia who was snoring peacefully, she changed her position and the snoring stopped. As she lay in bed that morning she came to understand why her father called her a princess; she loved helping others, serving others and held dear to what she was taught. A princess take orders from her people, a princess in a form of an angel. A true Masaai Princess.

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princesa: whisper it so 'he who must not be named doesn't hear'


P&S umh

this is a dangerous game your playing o...if he hears ehn...*shudders*

[quote author=Mynd_44]Hi girls.

**walks out before they involve him in their discussion about German and Turkey hair**[/quote]ROMBLOL Germen hair I first to hear

[quote author=uj_sizzle]err No?!


[/quote]Hian

Princesa don suffer

Malaika sat in the brightly lit room, the temperature was going down as the night fades away to make way for dawn. Her fingers were jack frosted by the mug she had in hand. The cold was what she needed to stay awake, even if it meant catching flu then so be it because she was sick and tired of Mike's mind games.

She had to be at her flat preparing for the second semester but thanks to Mike she was still stuck at his flat. The innocuous question that she had asked herself repeatedly why she was still there discombobulated her and forced her to re-examine what it is she was doing and why.

Dragging her feet to the kitchen to heat the cold coffee in the microwave, her stamach growled reminding her that she didn't eat dinner, she had hoped that Mike would arrive early and would drive her to her flat where she would salvage the fruit salad she had made Thursday evening.

She took four slices of Albany brown wheat bread and put it in the sourcer which she had already placed on the kitchen counter, took out two viannas and warmed them up in the microwave, took out the fat spread and chedder cheese from the fridge and prepared her sandwitch.

Salivating she took a bite before adding lettuce and uncooked sliced tomatoes. She was crazy about raw vegetables, especially lettuce and ripe tomatoes.

She was slicing the tomatoes, licking off its juice on her fingers when Mike burged in. She had been playing the emotional collection of Dineo's mixed rock, pop and Rnb music, on the Ipod that she didn't hear him unlocking the door.

The moment she was treading had finally arrived. The courage she had, had shrunked back and she started to panic. She wanted to run but she couldn't lift her feet, they felt as if they were cemented on the floor, itchy and cold. Her voice couldn't be of help either, she just stood where she was starring at Mike horrified.

As if reading her mind, Mike moved closer, trying to reasure her that it was okay, he wasn't armed.

“Its ok, I will not harm you.” He said moving closer to her, she pointed the knife she was holding at him.“If you come closer, I will stab you Mike.” Malaika mouthed the words trembling, she had so many questions to ask Mike but found it hard to ask him.

She remembered how Ife walked over the guy, how she would snap her fingers and pull her ear while talking to Mike over the phone. How she wished she had Ife's qualities; her bravery, the no nonsense yoruba girl and her fighting spirit.

The microwave had stopped, and the room was filled with silence like a graveyard. The Ipod's battery had died then, giving them some quite time.

“We need to talk.” Mike said, walking off to his room. “I need to shower, would you make me a cup too?” He didn't wait for her to reply but chipped in a "thank you."

This guy is so full of it! She hissed throwing the knife across the kitchen into the sink.

Mike had surely turned her into his personal slave, she wished she had an evil heart, creep into his bathroom, switch the lights off then stab him with the knife several times until she was sure he was dead.

The thought alone made her shiver, the guilt starting to pile up, she hadn't seen a dead person before and word had it people who died un natural cause always come back to haunt and toture their killers, sometimes driving them insane to an extend that they take their own lives.

“Coffee ready?” Mike sounded cheerful, like he had just washed away all the troubles he had when he first walked in. Malaika shook her head slightly, she had been busy plotting his death, coffee would have to wait.

Mike busied himself humming to a song Malaika had never heard before in her life. “Where is Femi, Mike?”

He looked at her, coffee mug in one hand and sugar pot in the other. “What do you mean?” He looked rather abashed by her question. Malaika looked at him questionely. He shrugged and carried on with his coffee making task.

“Mike!” She barked. He turned to look at her, annoyed. “I saw you shoot us, then the next thing I woke up in your house.” She paused, shaking uncontrollably. “What kind of a sick game are you trying to play? And where the hell is my phone?” Malaika realised she didn't have the guts to take Mike on, he had proven to her twice that he doesn't play ball with kids like her.

“Are you done?” He asked calmly, she starred on the Mount Kilimanjaro ceramic floor. It was so shiny she could actually see herself, the kitchen was spotless too. It fell under the category of those kitchens that you had to clean up immediately after using it because you would feel very guilty for leaving it dirty when you found it unstained.

“Your the most ungrateful human being I have ever met Malaika Evans.”

She looked at him shocked. “You can look at me any way you want but that's just the truth. I saved you from that punk you call a boyfriend twice, but this is the thanks I get?” He walked out of the kitchen mumbling to himself.

“I just want to know what happened.”

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