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old2boy:
Kizzy, that was great! I suggest you put everything together, polish, embellish with a few of what went on in Kansas, Abeokuta, and kid's school to make it different and then publish as e-book. I am sure you will sell. No wonder you must be @ Great Ife. The sky cannot be your limit while other planets exist. Keep it up and write another one soon. ;


@PRO Oche, sorry I waka comot when u dey call. Good tin be say Seun no dey erase Cinema tape. Very good story.

Wow, thank you sir. I'm going to take to your advice definitely. I'm only hoping to get time to.

You've been an awesome follower all along. Gracias.

labaski:
and when it comes from d blessed kizzykeziah.. I can't but follow it up.. ride on ma'am..

I definitely feel blessed to have you as a follower. Too bad I'm not continuing on this one.....
Love ya

harjibolar10:
Hunmmmm mm mmm.... Thank God say I came on time, mehn, I've miss ya gaan ni




Oya, let me sidon and jejely dey read am

Miss you double

Aceed:
suicide ...eeewwww

Lol. Not literally suicide

LarrySun:
Beautiful. Poetic. Leaves me yearning for more.

I'm humbled, sir. Fhanku

MY SUICIDE NOTE


As I lay back on the duvet, I realize that more than ever, I'm succumbing to it. I'm giving in as much as I've tried fighting. The thought of suicide is becoming as appealing to me as it was to my family. Now more than ever, I'm reminiscing the days I was a living human. A free one. I'd been happy before.

Now I realize, I'm suicidal.


Hold on, reader. Don't rush into judging my decision, rash it may seem. The Almighty indeed is the giver and taker of life but he does allow us decide when to give back the life to him sometimes. For me, I doubt the life I'm handing to him is even worth crap.

I've lived the past decade of my life, believing I couldn't be happier. Gaining admission into a respectable institution. Graduating with honors from a prestigious university in my dream career. Some even wish for less. But I did have that. I did smile on the convocation. But it faded soon enough. After service alongside friends, I realized there was much more to life than a university degree. Getting employed wasn't what I imagined.

People complain that the system is poor. I say it's more of rotten than poor. They all wanted something. Your back down and you get the employment letter. Disappointment rang forth from those I trusted the most. My dad had believed so much in a few of his friends but they turned out to be typically selfish. They weren't ready to help even in the least possible way.

Relatives began asking questions. 'How much longer?' They asked over and over.

My father began advising it was better I stayed indoors whenever they came around. I complied easily (laughs). I couldn't be a leech and be stubborn also.

Now I've received the final straw upon my frail camel's back. It's definitely tearing apart right now. I've been sentenced to the slowest form of suicide ever.

Sentenced finally to a union to be despised forever on my part. Sentenced to what looks like a heavenly reward to my father, a gift from saints to my mother. But it's suicide for me.

Starting on Saturday morning, I take the first dose for my suicide elixir. A vow to be bounded to someone I despise. All because I've been found to be a possessed cargo that can never bring fruits due to the massiveness of the demons within. Woe to the doom ministers my parents so cherish. They finally got me suicidal. Teemed up to make me murderous. Handed me to the facilitator of doom, one of them, devilish as Lucifer to be my correlative because he's got it all (or so it appears).

Now I'm going to shut my eyes. Savor my last moments, because the lady that walks down the aisle tomorrow morning is a dead version of me. She's committed the worst bit of suicide. The one that kills over and over again up until she's finally slipped away.





#Qetsiyah

It's really been a while around here and I must admit that I've missed the whole glam in writing.
I guess it's finally time to post something. Hope it's worth the read.

I've missed you all loads and I'm sure I won't stop typing if I begin with invites......

Oche211:
Nice ending for the story kizzy. There re lots of morals that dis story teaches. I'm glad dat dis story ends dis way.

P.R.O of life! I'm glad you're glad

Oche211:
This story teaches alot:
* Beware of Bad Friends- Kay nd Iya Ruka. Their ultimate aim is ur down fall.
* Good friends re hard to come by. God bless Tayo, he proved himself a worthy friend.
* Mama Tolu, d witch who do herself but blame others.
* Tolu, i'm lost of words on what to say abt him....he fall my hand no b small bt thank God his brain was formated nd restored 2 d default factory settings
* Deola shld knw dat it's nt all those who fight nd run that gets to fight another day. Sometimes u stand ur ground nd face ur demon squarely.
* To all d Lydia(s) out there who prefer 2 b side chicks, i ve few words 4 u, get ur own man, stand by him 2 build an empire nd become d empress.
*bows out*

Wow, even I couldn't come up with that much. You're just so amazing, eh. ROTFL @your conclusion on Tolu.

Oche211:
*receiving ur hug*
thanks 4 d compliment. Bt i must say again d u re best that's why we could ve come dis far over d months. Looking forward 2 ur next story any time it drops.....

Looking forward to it myself....

extyme:
I hav been following dis story as a guest for a long tym now n i must confess dat i registered just 2 commend dis masterpiece..infact i troway salute o .. weldone! may ur inspiration cont 2 florish... #greatstory! #nice ending!

Awwwn....

Thank you in bunches. I'm so so glad you appreciate it. God bless your humble self in loads......

Rukkydelta:
This story is really a nice piece I learnt alot from this

Rukkydelta:
This story is really a nice piece I learnt alot from this

Thank you, ma'am.

Adadinmaa:
Beautiful piece and feels so real. Well done

Gracias ma'am.

Captainswag225:
Well done to u kizzykeziah for a nice ending to a great story. Just wanted to hear more abt mama tolu and iya ruka but anyway am happy tolu and his wife deola came back together.

Thanks, captain. I just didn't feel the need to add unnecessary-ish. Thanks again and again and again.....

blackmarya:
ti'su omo eni ba jina, a ma ndowo bo je ni; that goes to mama tolu and to deola endurance lo laye oh. i must say a big weldone to you @kizzy. God bless u for sharing this piece

Your Yoruba is bam o, I hope to learn from you. Thanks for following too.

Ann2612:
Parents (esp mothers) should learn not to always brag with their children's achievements just like Tolu's mom. Kizzykeziah Thanks for sharing this wonderful story with nairalanders. May ur source of inspiration never run dry.

Amen, ma'am. You're most definitely right in your opinion. Thank you so much for following through...

harjibolar10:
I've being wondering on where this story was going, but thank God you end the way you deem fit, but it would have been better and...(fill in the gap), if you venture into how papa Tolu use the phrase " I told you so" on mama Tolu
Whichever ways, it is welcome and acceptable
Thanks for the story dear

Namesake mi of life! You know you're awesome Thanks for following through.....

princessadeola:
nice story with greet lessons

Thanks, Princess.

VanTee20:
I just finished reading this masterpiece and I have to say I can't think up a suitable adjective to qualify the impeccable job you did here. I enjoyed the story and learnt some deal at the same time. God bless you, Kizzykeziah, for writing this story...

My mentor and friend, God bless you loads too. You're even more awesome

maryjoyce:
Mmmmm mmmmm. Weldone babes. Really, Dr is nothing like 'they lived happily ever after' o. It's all about sacrifices, patches, prices, tolerance, mending, understanding, forgiving, overlooking, God's grace and what have you . I enjoyed every bit of the story. These are things that really happen. The story is full of morals too. May your pen never run dry. Your cerveau will never be empty. 'A bi ni bi' is different from ability. Once again, I say du courage.

Thanks for the loaded comment, ma'am. God bless you loads.

kinah:
Oh baby dis ur TBC dey too long ooo.
Just joking. Keep it coming ur inspiration will never dry.
I can relate to deola's case. Wen thing don't work ur way or how u planned it. For the strong ones dey tend to find a way to kool off. Doin d same presently. Am nt supporting her leaving her kids.
bt looking at the kids will always make her remember all wat is happening, and she will always transfer d aggression. Wat if she has ran mad. Before crucifyin lets put ourselves in d person's shoe. Srzly most of us will do something worse Dan wat D did.
Tnx kizzy

L so much love your take, ma'am. And thank God, she didn't run mad.

harjibolar10:
Seriously, I couldn't bring my self to type anything pertaining to this scintillating "write-up"
All I can write now is; Namesake, you're the best...
Thou, I still can't stop wondering, how someone of your "field of study" can be this good in this "line", what a talent you got here dear
Keep em coming sis

Namesake mi, you know I just try. Love you loads.

chijudith:
thanks for finding time to update. you are the best!!!! keep it coming

Finding time is my pleasure ma'am. Thank you.

Captainswag225:
kizzykeziah, where are u? We miss u and ur story oo.

I'm here sir o.

Ann2612:
nice update! Welldone

Thanks ma'am. Glad you followed.

Oche211:
best writer, producer nd director. U re d best.
Every update just dey make dis story sweet.
U knw i can never leave d cinemas complex, never.
[b]At least mama Tolu don knw say na she be witch while her friend, iya Ruka be "Aje".
[/b]Tolu senses have been restored to d default factory settings. Niyi nd sonny re going 2 ve mama nd papa back in a new mansion. All na God win.
Thanks Kizzy 4 making my day wit dis update.
U deserve more than popcorn jare. What do u want make i place order nw nw

I really cracked up @ bolded. Didn't realize there was a difference between the two.

If I place my order, it might exceed budget

I feel ecstatic to have had you as a P.R.O. You deserve a hug *throwing you a hug*

So I had thought about typing something longer for my last update on this but could bring myself to type just this much.
Yeah, I could make it longer, explain much more but in truth, the cycle never ends.


At the beginning, I mentioned something about it being inspired by a true life experience though I've had to make quite remarkable switches at some points. The real story doesn't have an end just as Marital Vices wouldn't also. I do hope however that a few things have been caught at one point or the other in the course of reading because that's why I started writing. To share a few of what I can.
I'll apologize however if the last part leaves much to be desired. I can't exactly satisfy all. That's how far it goes. There's nothing like "Happily ever after" in the true sense. It's just a fictional term.

Now let's wrap it up...................

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Deola handed over a plate of spaghetti to Niyi who received it bowing before turning out to leave the kitchen as quietly as he could. She however called him back bringing the boy to face her,

"Ma?!" He said wondering what wrong he had done. Since his mother had come in earlier that Saturday morning after one week following the incident at the hospital, he had still found it hard rubbing off of her.

"Niyi, do you hate me?" Deola asked her son directly. She had been burning with a conviction that her son despised her and only wished to hear it from his mouth. That would just convince her that she was wasting her time with them.

Niyi shook his head immediately. Hate was a strong word he wasn't expecting his mother to use. He couldn't hate her. At least he found out he couldn't when he kept missing her presence around. He only hated his brothers' mother. Not his mum. All he wanted was for her to care and maybe love him back.

Deola put her hand to her mouth slowly and called him over, "Sweetheart, come here."

He looked up at her expecting that she was crying again. He was already used to that sight anyways. He then moved over to her putting his plate of food away.

She pulled him to her once he'd stepped to look her in the eyes, "That minute when I left felt so tight, you know. I wanted to come off the plane and run over to get you and your sister but something held me fast to my seat. I kept thinking it was too late. I thought your father wouldn't let me anywhere near you. Then I thought I could show him how much I didn't care by leaving but you know what? I couldn't stay there anymore. I got so eager to see you two after the first night but I kept fighting it until last month when I couldn't anymore. I didn't even blink when I scheduled my flight down here. I told myself that I could at least get my children if I came back. I came with just that in my head. And when I saw you down there saying you didn't want to come with, I just lost words. Son, I thought for one split second that you had learnt to hate me in my absentia. And I couldn't stand it. I still can't stand it." She explained holding his cheeks as hers were wet with tears already. She stared into his eyes and wished she could switch times when she would have had a chance to create a smile in that face. She hadn't even seen him smile since her return now that she thought of it.

Totally unaware that Tolu had reached the kitchen entrance she engaged Niyi in another round of soliloquy as the boy only nodded once. Tolu seeing his presence hadn't been noticed stayed there noiselessly and watched her speak on and on about her travails abroad. She would never have told him any of that in their present relationship.

"Who's Tim?" He asked unable to keep to himself the notice of her mentioning the name over and over.

Deola broke from her talk and looked up to her husband. He'd been there all along?

"My friend. He asked me to marry him at some point. Just before I came." She told him straightforwardly. If he was going to ruin the whole trouble the good willed doctor (as she had found out during the week of all his help to her family and his meaning well for them) and their friends had gone through over the week by getting jealous, then she didn't care so much of his opinion.

"Oh!" Tolu expressed shortly and paused to watch her blink so fast, "I should thank him then. He made you remember why you had left home." When she didn't say a word, he continued, "I'm glad you're back. Really am. I thought......" He sighed unable to find the right words, "Never mind." He said and turned out of the kitchen.

"I couldn't tell him yes remembering I had a family. You don't need to feel the least of importance by that. I just played along with my conscience." She said after him. She had of an impulse wanted to tell him she never did cheat on their marriage and now wondered why she had said anything to him.

"I know what you can do. Just stay around." He said to her before finally leaving into the living room where he sank back into the single sofa that was there presently.

"I'm just glad you're back," he said again to himself, sighing.

Now he knew that some things could never return to normalcy. They might still get into squabbles again. They might quarrel over and over. But they both knew better now. They couldn't let themselves get separated again. They had chosen to ignore their children as the cords that held them together until those children became psychologically affected. They had forgone their care and love for each other because of a little mistrust that had lead to total distrust. They had created a marital vice blaming each other rather than fixing what could have been. Now they wouldn't just have their children to groom, they had two more children to care for in their mistakes because the whole discussion had led to his twin sons and Deola had finally agreed to her husband's children moving in with them after a long debate. His dealing with them himself was the exception and he was more than sure she would get over that after some time. The twins would become her children without her realizing it. He would rather that than Lydia raising them. He was sure also that Lydia might try to stop his decision but he had to stand by it if he really cared about his children. She was no good for a parent and he wasn't going to let her stop him.

But what mattered now was that they had a family to protect and strengthen. They had children who mattered more than anything. Those children needed encouragement and self pride. Both of which would only get severed if they stayed apart from each other. They had a family to get running. They had to make it work in spite the vices. Love or less love. It just had to strike a balance for it to survive.







So that's it. THE END.

Oche211:
ok ma. Welcome back. I've nt left dis cinemas since then. Bt u took plenty timeout sha, never knew u were buyin popcorn. Thanks 4 d extra popcorn. I was thinking of leaving d cinemas to buy extra self. I've ordered 4 drinks.
kizzy is d best writer here 4 nw oo.

P.R.O. The break was for really getting popcorn. I just hope I got enough

And thanks for not leaving the cinemas too. That might have scared me out.

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Iya Ruka hissed and took up a wooden seat to sit on outside. After sitting, she placed her arm under her chin and tapped her feet nervously,
"How would they say it is over already? Can't he just make the stupid boy's lose his job or something like that? I expect he would have moved in with his mother by now." She said to herself and hissed again.

Her daughter, Ruka who had reached beside her tapped her gently from behind,

"Maami, se o si? Is everything okay?" She asked not knowing what warranted her mother's anger. She thought she had gone out to see someone. It didn't however look as though the meeting went right.

"Ko si jare......I'm fine. I'm just disappointed." Iya Ruka told her daughter.

"At whom?"

"Not whom but what. It's that Mama Tolu's stupid son. I was told today that nothing can be done about bringing the boy down to his mother anymore. To think everything had been going smoothly since." She continued generating curiosity from her daughter who didn't understand why her mother would wish for her best friend's first son to come down to the town from Lagos where he had been reported as successful. At least until they said he left his wife.

"What do you mean, maami?" She asked, eager to satisfy her curiosity.

Iya Ruka heaved her big chest and lifted the wrapper to wipe her neck of perspiration, "I did it for you. Then when Mama Tolu said her son was the best in the community. I wanted her to know I could put him down back to your level. It has worked since." She disclosed indifferently.

Putting her hand to her mouth, Ruka couldn't believe her ears, "Maami, ah!!"

"Kilo ha e lenu? Shut up my friend!" Iya Ruka told her, adjusting her wrapper.

"Oloriburuku, Onigbese.....Wretched woman! Up till what point did you intend to ruin me?!" It was the said Mama Tolu who had arrived the scene. She had apparently been listening in to the discussion while on her way to check on her 'friend'. And she just couldn't believe her ears. It was incredulous. How could Iya Ruka, someone she had laid her life out onto try to ruin her? Or better still, succeeded already?! Her son had evidently turned his back on her for almost two years now. Ever since his wife had left, he had told her to her face that he had nothing to share with her. Her wish had come to pass. The wife she hated so much was gone now. Little did she know that her own friend had been at the root of it all.

"You're the one who is wretched, Mama Tolu!" Iya Ruka said lifting her huge self off of the wooden low seat. She wasn't ready for an insult even if she was wrong and moreover, she hadn't bewitched Mama Tolu into hating her daughter in law.

"How dare you?! So you ruined my son's family and here I was thinking you were my friend!!" Mama Tolu began taking off her head tie. She was ready for a fight any moment as she tore towards Iya Ruka.

"You ruined it yourself! No one bewitched you into hating the poor girl!!! Their family wahala was their problem. I wasn't just ready to see him more successful than my children. I wasn't going to sit and watch you dictate to me how to groom successful children, Mama Tolu!! If you want to fight this, you know you would lose, so go home to your bald husband and sleep. Your son seems to have outsmarted his cunning mother!!" Iya Ruka yelled making a mockery of her friend by beating her hand to her mouth and giving a mock tone.

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Christina watched Adeola for a few more minutes, not sure whether to approach her now or not. After coming over to her house and getting a glass of water, Deola had just stood at the window, watching nothing.

Christina thought now to tap her. They hadn't seen each other since almost two years now. The last time Deola had been to her place, she had hinted about Jummy asking her to leave the country with her brother. She had advised against it but not seeing Deola made her anxious about what had happened. Christina later found out she had moved out of the house and now that Deola was here with neither of her kids, she knew something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Christina asked first and on getting no reply still, she tapped Adeola.

Deola jolted so bad at reception that the glass cup she was holding fell off her hands and shattered on the tiled floor.

"Oh My God! What is wrong with you, Deola? Did you hurt yourself?" Christina said with worry on her face.

Deola shook her head as Christina seized her hands to check if she'd cut herself.

"I'm sorry about the cup. Really wasn't intending to soil you floor." Deola told her and bent over to pick the shards. Christina stopped her,
"I'll get something to clean it up now. Don't cut yourself." Christina said and was turning to leave when she looked back quickly,

"Are you crying? My God! Deola, what happened this time?" She said while Deola threw her arms to Christina, holding onto her tightly.

"I really shouldn't have left. I should have gone after him and begged if that was to let me have my children back. Now it's over." She said sorrowfully.

Not grasping a full understanding of her friend's words, Christina asked her if she had really left Nigeria after their conversation that day.

Deola nodded, "I thought I was happy but knew it wasn't total. I knew a part of me was missing but I chose to believe Tolu wouldn't be as crazy as to ill-treat his own blood. I lived the part but never felt the part. Now I'm done for." Deola continued in a tone of regret.

"Did he hurt the kids?" Christina had to ask. Even though she still believed Tolu had a great affection towards his children, not that he never did towards their mother.

"No," she broke away from the embrace and wiped her face using the back of her palm, "But I returned from Kansas earlier this week, hoping to get my kids and leave but I found out my daughter had been sick and my son is scared of me. He doesn't want me, Chris. And I lost my temper again. I yelled at the boy again and scared them both again. I had to leave there. I couldn't contain myself."

Christina this time put her hands on Deola's shoulders, "It's okay. This can be fixed." She reassured but Deola shook her off.

"It can't. I have a flight to catch back to Kansas in a week. How would it get fixed if I get back on that flight? I'd lose everything. My children. My marriage. I still care about saving it especially with Niyi and Sonia. I'm ready for anything to be able to have them again. I don't want to lose it all, Chris." Deola said as she turned back to the window.

Christina sighed now. Her friend's marriage had finally gotten to the point where one more wrong foot would bring it all down. It was half down already.

"Looks like you've made your decision already."

Deola turned slowly around, "What?"

"You're not leaving for Kansas in one week. You'd get back with your husband and get things running. Give your children the love they need."

"Are you crazy or something? I can't be with Tolu anymore. He's betrayed me over and over again." Deola said doubting her friend's sanity.

"He cheated just once and your expectation of his betrayal made you mistrust him at once. Did you ever try speaking to him? Did you try to know what else was wrong aside your husband's acclaimed love for cheating?"

"Don't you defend him? What is there to expect from someone who gets another lady pregnant? He put our love down the drain right at that instant. I stopped loving the son of a bit*ch that minute his mother disclosed the presence of another woman in his life." Deola told her friend in anger. She had come here for comfort and not for shi*t to be rubbed in her face.

"You couldn't do it, could you?"

"Do what?" Deola looked at her friend, quite confounded on where the conversation was headed.

"Give up on it all. You couldn't bring yourself to admittance that you'd stopped loving your husband. You just hated him not saying sorry. You hated him letting you growl. You hated him watching it all slide quickly and you didn't attempt to stop it from happening. You decided to frustrate him to the ends. You let your kids take the hit hoping it would hurt him that way. And you see what that got you. Misery, Adeola. I thought you were stronger than that." Christina stated straight to Deola's face. It was high time they had a straight talk.

"Don't. Christina, I won't let you insult my coming here, okay? And if I've overstayed my welcome......" She began walking to the centre-table to pick up her handbag.

"I'll stop being your friend if I don't tell you how I feel. So listen up." Christina said raising her voice. Her words seemed to have a magical effect on Deola who stopped short and faced her friend square.

"There's still the humanistic part of you. The thin line between love and hate for Tolu that you crossed can still be crossed back," Deola shook her head at this. Christina had to have lost it finally but her friend continued, "You can still save it if you wish to and I know you're dying to know how to before it's too late. You're just being stubborn."

"There's no 'how'." Deola finally admitted after almost two hours saying nothing. Christina had during that time cleared up the glass shards and settled beside Deola without interrupting her thoughts. She had weighed her options and known which was better.

"There is and it's easy. Your inability to have gotten remarried abroad shows that you couldn't have. You only put on a fake brave font. So I'll say you should just stay around and get back to being the you I knew before you had your second child. The you that never wanted to leave your son. When you regain your calm head, you'd patch it up. I could come along with you to Tolu and your kids and you would have them with you again. No tempers and all." Christina suggested, all of a sudden becoming the mature one of the duo.


When Deola still said nothing, Christina took it as a go-on, "You still have his phone number? We'd start something from there. It's better you take care of it before it's too late and your daughter also puts an image of you in her head. There's still some time to reset your son's thinking. Hopefully." She continued stretching her hand for Deola's phone. She was sure her friend still had his mobile number.

Hesitating, Deola held on to her mobile phone. How was she sure it wouldn't fall right back over? She had lost her trust in him totally and wasn't ready to hand it back no matter what anyone said but if it meant gaining her son's trust again, then she would do anything.

"Come on," Christina entreated her still stretching her hand forward.

Deola handed her the phone hesitantly and she sat back. Every of Christina's words were right after all. But wasn't it too late to save her ten year old marriage?


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"He should arrive Abeokuta by seven p.m." Tayo observed as Tolu drove the Toyota Camry out of the bus park. They had just dropped his father to get on a bus back home and were driving back. Wherever that was, he didn't know yet.

Tolu glanced back at his children who were really calm at the backseat. Not saying anything, he turned the car off the road to a fast food joint,
"Come on, princess. We'd get you something to eat." He said as he brought the car to a halt in the parking lot.

"Okay, big guy. Come along too." Tayo told Niyi who complied as they all went into the fast food restaurant.

After taking their orders, Tolu suggested on afterthoughts they sat back to eat. He had gotten each of them a pack of fried rice each except Tayo who stated his preference for yam porridge. He had also bought meat pies for both kids as he promised earlier.

"Where exactly to now?" Tayo asked his friend the minute they settled.

Tolu threw his son a brief glance, knowing now how much effect it had all had on him,

"Home." He said simply handing Sonia a spoon.

"Which home?" Tayo asked further wanting to know exactly what Tolu planned on doing especially with the scene that had occurred just a few hours before. They had left the hospital with the doctor insisting Tolu called him up the minute they settled at home. There was little the doctor could do, really.

Tolu paused eating and glanced at his son again, "Where should we go?" He asked Niyi straight up.

Niyi shook his head, not wanting to say anything.

"Where should we go, princess?" He asked Sonia who put her hands down beside the table.

"I don't know. I don't want to go home. I want another house."
She told her father exactly as she had thought. Her brother seemed to agree as he nudged her, smiling quickly.

"Niyi, you agree? A new place?"

"Yes. Another house is fine."

"Then it's done."

"Where exactly would that be?" Tayo had to ask. It was okay to consider his kid's choice but he didn't know if Tolu had a different game plan he had known nothing of.

"Our new place. It's not yet complete but it has a roof and windows, doors, a floor, a bathroom, a toilet. Let's see, no electricity yet and the painting could come later but it's most fit for us to spend a night. I'd buy a bed on our way now. You'd like it, hopefully." Tolu told them now.

He had thought he wanted the building completed before disclosing he had commenced building. That was mostly because he knew Lydia might find out and work her way into moving there with him. It had been his plan with Deola before their marriage to move into a building of theirs after a few years in a rented building but the whole situation had made him more worried about getting rid of Lydia. It had halted the building project and he'd left it up until recently when the urge to move out of the house with Lydia had suddenly tugged stronger. He felt choked around her and wanted out of that life. He didn't care whatever his mother said anymore. He didn't feel the least inclined to her anymore. She had ruined it easily up to the point where doing it himself was far easier.

"You had a building project on all these while?" Tayo said in disbelief. He couldn't believe his friend could have had the least of such thoughts but he proved him otherwise now.

"Yeah. I had to be a little sensible at some point. It's on the outskirts so....." Tolu began trying to show he wasn't the least impressed with himself. He should be worth much more than what he was. He knew that.

"No, it's amazing. You have a choice finally." Tayo told him proudly. He was at least glad that the children could have a new chance at having a family. They just needed their mother back,
"And their mother? You'd patch it up, won't you?" Tayo asked hoping for a retort in the affirmative.

"It's impossible." Tolu said resignedly and continued eating.

"It's not. You just have to apologize. The deed might seem done already but it's not broken yet. It's just cracked."

"Yeah, you're right. Terribly patched that the very attempt to patch it would ruin it in an instant."

"Just try talking to her, won't you? She came back for a reason. I believe she'd agree to a resolution at least for their sakes," he said pointing at the children who had stopped eating and were now watching their father.

"She won't. And don't speak like you were blindfolded at the hospital today. I hadn't even said 'How've you been?' when she hit me across my face. You think she would sit because I ask her to now? It's a lost cause. I might have loved her but that's useless when she doesn't trust me. Plus, I was a jerk. A total one and being sorry now sounds 'dummy-ish', okay? Even though I had always been sorry right from the start." Tolu poured out now. He appreciated Tayo's concern as his friend but if his destiny was becoming a single father then he couldn't hide from it. He'd just live it.

"What if she calls for a talk?" Tayo began making Tolu think he had really lost it. Why would she call him? She hated him?!!

"She won't." He finished easily and went to complete his meal. He had hardly lifted his spoon when his phone began ringing. He almost choked seeing the caller's ID.

He looked from Tayo to both children and swore under his breath.
"I told you she could call." Tayo said guessing who was calling immediately. He had seen Deola's face when her son had spoken. She had looked quickly over to Tolu in the doctor's office and wanted to say something before she left. If she had the least of humanity left, she would have called before dusk fell knowing now how much involvement the children had. He only hoped his thought was right.












TBC...........

nimat158:
Wow....wat a good piece

Really? Thanks, ma'am.

Bloomingbud:
Kizzykeziah.

Well done with this wonderful piece. Deola is the biggest fool I've ever seen, even mad women fight for their children. There are people in worst situations and still hold on for the sake of their children especially when another woman and children are involved.

Please complete the story and let me see the outcome if her foolishness.

You've got quite an opinion, ma'am. Thanks for sticking by anyways.

harjibolar10:
There use to be a saying, that goes thus; "if care is not taken, the "prosecutor" will turn "criminal"..."

That's exactly what the problem is with that "yeye" Deola, she was once "the prosecutor"(to her children), if proper care is not taken, she will surely complete her transformation process, and become "the criminal" (before her children)...

How can a mother, be so stupid and think that, the only way to go about her awkward situation was to leave her kids to the hand of the devil? What sane human being does that? She should even be thankful, that her son address her as MOTHER

Had it been it was me ehn, she was just SOMEONE I USE TO KNOW oo

Anyway, that's what "unqualified" mother does. Namesake of life, carry on jhoor

So, that tolu's mother still thinking that, someone(other than her) is/was responsible for her son's misery?

I still dey look am shaa

Bring it on dear

Your comment leaves me to just say "Hmmmmm....."

princessadeola:
whao, its a great story with great lessons. Weldone

Thanks princess. Glad you think so.....

Final Chapter

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"Young woman, SIT!!!" Dr. Aladelola shouted banging his fists against the table. Tayo and Tolu's father had somehow managed to calm the situation which occurred at the reception and had gotten the young lady into his office before it escalated further.
Thankfully, the child was still fine and not yet relapsing into syncope as he had expected. He had however been unable to get her from her mother's hold. She wasn't ready to let go of the child for one more minute.

Deola was only inches away from the door, ready to barge out if she had a chance to. She didn't know why the medical doctor would act like he was her father or something. Who knew what he'd been told. Wrongly, anyways.

Tolu on the other hand was tapping his fingers against the table so quickly in his nervousness. Nothing had changed about Deola save for her appearance. She still had the same horrible temper that always got things out of hand. Why would she just hit him across his face without a sensible enough reason? He didn't know what she'd been eating in the last nineteen months but it definitely wasn't working well for her.

Niyi, their son however was keeping as far away from his mother as he could. He was practically at the doctors' heels, stealing glances at his mother. He didn't know what was going on within her but her just slapping his dad which was the other way round as it normally happened made him fear her now. His fear was greater when he recollected the deadly look she shot at him after his statement to the doctor just outside.


"Young lady, if you're ignorant of that child's health condition, then I'll have to warn you that if anything goes wrong with her any minute from now, then it will be entirely your fault." The doctor began seeing as neither party was ready for a simple talk. He could understand better why their home was broken.

"You know nothing. She was alright before he took her. This man has almost killed my daughter after claiming to be the better parent and hijacking my children from me!" She retorted instantly. She wasn't going to allow herself take the blames for Tolu's actions anymore. That was long over.


"Hijacked? I see you've forgotten you were losing your mind and I had to take my children from you before you inflicted them." Tolu shot at her immediately, his blood boiling with wrath. Even if he had missed her, he wasn't going to be spoken to like something less than human.


"Oh, wow! Listen to the tyrant speak. Defending himself easily. You know what? I was so glad to be away. You'd never guess how much." Deola told him in a low tone, inching forward.


Tolu's father and Remi sighed simultaneously now. Remi, wishing he had had more time to speak to his sister before driving her here where she freely expressed her new found lack of control.
Tolu's father was distraught however. His presage the previous day had been right after all. But his seemingly inability to take control showed he had stayed too far away from his son's family. He had let his wife ruin it to a point where the couple couldn't patch things up themselves. He had just watched, thinking his son would come around and now he had his hands tied helplessly.


"You two should grow up for God's sake. Do you even realize how bad things have turned out yet. You're at the hospital where your daughter landed due to your carelessness and you still have guts to throw blames at each other! Huh?!" The doctor cut in again unable to bear their conduct. Even if he barely knew them as a family, he could tell immediately what had happened. Even love couldn't mend a thing between them. They needed serious rehabilitation.


"Doctor, I'd handle this, don't worry so much." Tolu tried putting calmly to the doctor.


"The way you have so far?! Even your son is so freaked out seeing you together. How normal do you think that is?!" He continued pointing at Niyi who hadn't bugged off him. The boy had cast his eyes down immediately. Scared.

Silence fell immediately as they all looked over to Niyi. Deola's eyes flickered over as she watched her son. She remembered him as a much younger child now. The way he'd always come around to her innocently each time, asking when his dad would be home and she would ignorantly ward him off. She had left a gap when she left him with his sister each time, taking their concern for granted. Now at nine, she had succeeded in creating a ditch between them. Her children had torn off her emotionally and Niyi was already portraying that result.

"Please, don't let them take me home. They'll fight over and over again." Niyi pleaded the doctor seeing the need for his words. He really didn't want to go back home where the only thing he could do when his parents began their squabbles was to watch. He could recall running over and over again to Mama Sade's house to call for help and how his mum had landed him a slap for involving outsiders in the family's problems. He remembered running barefoot at a time with his sister out of the compound when he thought his parents would really put a knife to their necks. He had run blindly to search for somebody, anybody that would stop him from becoming an orphan. Not even caring whether he stepped over a broken glass or something. He had been so scared that night when his mother went into the kitchen and got out a kitchen knife with a sharp blade after his father had slapped her for challenging him about something. She had sworn then that she was going to stab him and his father had tried to get the knife away from her. He had felt horror when he saw blood on his father's yellow polo shirt not sure from where it oozed.

Shaking his head now, he held fast to the doctor's shirt, "I don't want to go back, please." His voice becoming muffled with tears, he just kept his eyes averted from his parents'.










TBC.......