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texanomaly: Fortunately we have the sun and the north star to guide us.

And the eclipse to confuse us. I'd rather be a Robin Hood than a Robin Crusoe.

chris_villa: lemme check . . . . .

Nah my friends own cherry trees
you don't

I can see you're obsessed with the orchard. I thought Mynd was the keeper.

texanomaly: Well send out a search party. Quick!

I wasn't there to stop you when you traded the compass for an old torn map. Now see where it got us.

texanomaly: ...are we missing?

Definitely!

chris_villa: friends?
yea we are friends in disguise

Friends forever.

texanomaly: How are you?

Missing us.

texanomaly:

Hello sweety.

chris_villa: Right?? larry the gentleman on the highway

If I didn't know that you were my friend I'd think you were calling me a thief.

stefikal: *continued*

Rosie could not find the right words to comfort her friend who was sobbing and shivering all over.

"Omo, he don do," she finally said.
"Wetin I go do now? ehn? Wetin?" Omo asked while struggling to dry her tears.
"Maybe you should confront him." Rosie shrugged.

Omoye looked at her friend and hissed.
"Confront? He can deny it easily now, I never imagined this day will come."

"He is a man Omo, they tend to misbehave." Rosie embraced her friend. "You need to think on how to handle the situation."
Omoye nodded, she would travel back to Benin and think things through, Lagos was suffocating her already.

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Fola stole a glance at Sandra who was talking with her sister, he was tired of this pretend love (pretence of love) already. He had gotten the money he planned to get initially, all he wanted was to return to Benin and be with his beautiful Omo and his son Victor.

Sandra was beautiful no doubt but she could never match up to his Omo.

"A penny for your thoughts," Sandra spoke while waving her hands in front of him.
"How long have you been standing in front of me?" he did not realise he had been thinking with his eyes closed all the while.

"Not long," she sat on his lap, "about the money you asked for, my dad is out of town and he says I should wait till he gets back." she continued while stroking his hair.

Fola inwardly felt like hitting Sandra's father, the man was a rich politician but yet he couldn't send money because he was out of town. In this modern age. Weren't there banks wherever he was?

Fola had lied to Sandra that his mother was sick and money was needed for her surgery. Since her dad was a politician, her uncle owned the publishing house where she worked, the girl automatically had money. He had planned to help her spend little out of it while pretending to be her lover.

"Don't you have any cash at hand?" He asked.
"I do but you know the project I've been working on has cut deep into my account, I have about ₦350,000 whereas you need ₦500,000."

"Ok" Fola replied with a fake smile.
"But I'll get the complete money soon, ok." she kissed him firmly on the lips while trying to unbutton his shirt.

Fola held her hands, he had not even responded to the kiss. Sandra looked at Fola askance.

"What's wrong?" she asked, "Is it because of the money?"
"No babe, I'm just tired, I have to go." He buttoned up his shirt and planted a quick kiss on her lips. He stood and walked towards the door before adding "I'll call you."

Fola stood outside Sandra's gate while impatiently waiting for a bike. He decided to walk till he found one. He had returned her car, the guilt was killing him already, he knew she loved him and that was one of the reasons he had to return to Benin.

The number one reason however was that his heart was in Benin, he took out his phone and dialed Omoye's number.

"Hello, sweety."
"Osagie, hello"
Her tone stooped (stopped) Osagie in his tracks, something had to be wrong.

"Whats wrong, Omo?"
"It's nothing, how are you?"
"I'm fine, something isn't just right with your voice, what's going on. Does it have to do with Victor?"

"I said everything is fine," she snapped, "Osagie, I'm not feeling too well, Ok, that's the problem and (but) I'm getting better."

Osagie was confused, if she was sick she would have informed him[b], [/b] (full stop) Why was she lieing (lying) to him?
"Omo, you know you can tell me anything right?"

Rough review.

However, there is an error you need to correct in the former post. The word should be 'okada rider' not 'okada driver'.

You should know that my reviews are only rough. The work still requires some professional scrutiny.

Keep up the good work. The more you write, the better you become.

Shalom.

stefikal: -5-

Omoye paid the okada driver and walked into her friend's compound, she greeted an old woman sitting in the corridor.

"Mama, good afternoon."
"Omo, bawo ni?" (My child, how are you?). Omoye understood yoruba (Yoruba) but she was not in the mood for pleasantries.

"Fine mama, eku ijoko," (well done) she said and walked towards Rosie's door[b],[/b] (full stop) she knocked and tried opening the door only to discover it was locked.

"Sebi iwo ni ore sisi Rosie," (You're Rosie's friend, right?) the old woman called out to her.
"Bee ni Ma." (Yes Ma)
"Wa." (Come here)

Omoye walked up to the woman who gave her a key.
"Eseun (Space. E seun) Ma," Omoye replied. (Thank you Ma)
"Ah, kini mo se?, (remove the comma) Ko tope, sisi Rosie no loni kin fun eh to ba ti de."(what did I do, don't mention, Rosie asked me to give you the key when you get back).

Omoye thanked the woman again while heading to the door, she inserted the key and unlocked the door. As soon as she entered the room, she started crying, images of what she had witnessed in the past one hour kept replaying in her head.

As much as she tried ignoring them, she just couldn't stop them from torturing her. She wondered why Osagie was treating her in such a manner, after all she had gone through with him.

When Rosie had called to inform her that Osagie was dating a classy girl in Lagos, she had felt Rosie was jumping into conclusions, but she had caught him red-handed, how could she have been so naive?

Osagie had gotten her pregnant when she was in SS3, she had then had less than a month to face her SSCE exams (tautologous), as soon as she had finished her final exams her father had sent her out and she had no choice but to move in with Osagie.

They had both been struggling to meet (make) ends meet till a year and three months ago when Osagie had left Benin for Lagos. He had promised to make money by hook or by crook, though she never liked the dirty sound, she did not appreciate their meagre earnings either.

He called frequently and sent money to cater for her and their son, Victor. Last week when he had called, he had made a promise to come home finally within the next three months. Who would have thought that her Osagie was seeing another woman the whole time?

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Femi sat in the eatery contemplating on what to eat, he had suddenly lost his appetite. Just when he had decided to give love a chance again, why on earth wasn't Sandra single?

He stood up and headed back to his office, lunch was out of the picture.

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Rosie wore a confused look while staring at her friend who was asleep on the arm chair. Why would she choose to sleep there rather than the bed?

She walked towards her and tapped her gently.
"Rose," Omoye whimpered. Rosie held her friend who was shivering[b], [/b] (full stop) she was scared for her friend, the girl hardly called her Rose, which meant something was up. Her locality was known for riots, thugs, and other crimes[b],[/b] (full stop) had the thugs living in her 'face me I face you' apartment attacked Omoye?

"Omo, wetin happen?" She asked.
"Oo...Ooo...Ooosagieee."
Rosie let out a sigh of relief, at least it wasn't a problem relating to the bandits. She had been anticipating this moment ever since she called Omoye to inform her of Osagie's game three weeks ago (earlier).

-Flashback-

"Hello, Rosie how na?"
"I dey jaweee, Omo how your matter?"
"We thank the Lord, this one wey you call person today, I safe?" Omoye asked.

Rosie laughed, Omoye had hit the nail on the head, she hardly called people except when it was necessary, she preferred texting.

"I be wan ask something," she replied.
"Ehen, oya now."
"You still dey marry Osas?"

"Yes now," Omoye replied with a tone of confidence, "wetin happen?"
"Nothing," Rosie was confused, how would she tell her friend that her boyfriend was cheating on her.

"Rosie, talk now." Omoye was getting impatient, why would the girl call to ask her that? She concluded that something had to be wrong.

"I serious, no quanta, I go follow you yarn later."
"Ok oooh, bye bye."
"Greet your pikin for me."

Rosie stared at her phone in disbelief, so Osas was still dating Omo but was enjoying himself with another lady in Lagos. She felt bad for not informing her friend.

She had hurriedly typed a text which she had sent to Omoye after deliberating on it for 2hours (two hours). Omoye had called her two days after (later) to confirm what she had texted.

Rosie had suggested coming to Lagos for confirmations. Omoye had accepted in order to prove to Rosie that her Osagie was faithful, she would use the journey as a break from the stress she had to deal with in Benin as well.

*To Be Continued*

Rough review.

I'm sorry for my absence.

I noticed in this update excess rhetoricals/unanswered questions.

Good jobs though.

princesa: hallucinating it is
me and Larry ain't an item, dude is even scared of me

Scared of you?
Now I chuckle.
Dudette, I don't scare easily. Trust me. Besides, I can't help but detect the quantum of solace in this latest 'theory'.

Great rhyme schemes,
You're truly amazing,
What a handsome poetry.

Good didactic themes,
And duly interesting,
Really some random ramblings.

Vickii Ro: What's with this unholy mixture of pidgin nd good english?

I'm a lousy pidginer.

Vickii Ro: *rolls eyes*
*tongue out*

I kuku have warned you.

Now reading 'The Miracle' by Irving Wallace. Great book.