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Adesina12:Hey Adesina12 how is the popcorn? I thought you were team Tunde ![]() |
Ishilove:Oh my that is so unfair!! How can people be so deceitful. How did you find out? |
Mamrihan:Hi Mamrihan thanks for reading I will update soon |
rachealfst:this is the reason why a lot of people i.e. writers will stay away from NL. There are a lot of writers on here that work hard to write only for someone to rip it off, not fair or even ethical. |
EpBerezi:Hi EpBerezi I am working on it ![]() |
samyfreshsmooth: |
PamelB:Thank you PamelB |
Divepen1:I know but we can't complain ![]() We just need to make the literature section the place to be. The other thing could be fear of plagiarism; why rush to complete when someone will rip off your work as their own. |
JeffreyJamez:That is true JeffreyJamez i do see where you are coming from. Creativity can't be rushed sometimes. I agree six months is optimal, if you lose your muse hopefully that is enough time to find it ![]() One story caught my eye when I first stumbled upon nairaland it still isn't finished after 3 years ![]() But I always go back to it . Divepen1 over to you |
JeffreyJamez:While I appreciate the sentiment, regarding incomplete stories. Some or most people have a day job. As a few people have mentioned we don't have authors in residence that get paid. But I will say I appreciate the people who took the time to put fingers to keyboard. In spite of everything going on in your lives you still write. Don't be too harsh please. Just my thoughts. |
Oyindawealth:Hi Oyindawealth thank you for reading and staying on, will do my best with the updates |
harunablezin:thank you harunablezin |
Creeza:Creeza please forgive me. You not being mentioned was an oversight. Not intentional, please take your seat. Hope you have been well ![]() It's good to be back. |
samyfreshsmooth:Hello samyfreshsmooth . Thank you I will stay ![]() |
Adesina12:Thank you Adesina12 |
soleski01:Thank you soleski01. No more sabbaticals |
jagugu88li:jagugu88li I am here and catching up |
Wane2:Wane2 thank you for not unfollowing the story. I appreciate it |
Audrinakane:Hi Aidrinakane thank you for sticking with me and coming to read this. More adventures ahead |
jagugu88li:I will buy you drinks |
jagugu88li:jagugu88li i hope i am forgiven |
Adesina12:Hello Adesina12, hope you and the popcorn are well |
BlissfulJeff:Hi BlissfulJeff done, sorry for the delay |
Chapter 32 cc swann, Adesina12, Aitee1, soleski01, Lawlahdey, girlhaley, sexybbstar, jagugu88li, ADECULATE, Amenaghwon, okorro1, Simplebea, Nmaglit, DADDYSLY, osleek, xamster, sirOrubebe, Bobbybube, julietogbo, Zehner, itsandi, ROYH, Osman1966, chii8, tonye72, Winters22, omamush, Twinkle004, Creeza, skarlett, bibijay123, debra101, samyfreshsmooth, mozb, prinxxdave, cutietee, kinah, IamLukas, harameede99, ladySuperb, dominicnuel, sod09, chara019, yorhmienerd, obumsway, teel123, Pureheart91, Mobecs, latbas, DarkRebel101, Babsopey, Angelinastto, skarlett, Chumzypinky, opal4real, Mobecs, latbas, biafraBushBoy, AndyAustin, kingsmith4, ladyverere, KunkeAkinola, rachealfst, mrsuccessful, JMK9600, Michelle55, Audrinakane, Smooth278, Ashley87, Sonamjs, nastynic, orluuchi, brighttech95, DavidPaul, Tuhndhay, MozB, Kaycee625, Perfectionist11, otunbaphemie, Missmossy, skillz121, samwise180, Lastking147, richommie, nairaland94, suffy834, Prinxxdave, emmynku, aryan28, bossy512, sod09, rachealfst, nikz, BlissfulJef, ladySuperb, davspog2, TeleboiZ005, Michelle55, sunshine46, IemFava, segunjowo, harrygold, estie92, clitx, tusinsola, yusufibrahim, nikz, vorigo, BlissfulJeff, yusufibrahim, rosalieene, EpBerezi, chade, harunablezin, Tunde stood staring out of the window of his hotel room the warmth of the afternoon sunshine on his face, briefly lifted him from his torpor and his laboured breathing. He watched on enviously as the people below him walked swiftly and purposefully on the pavement outside. They walked the walk of the fit and healthy, the only people dragging their heels were the elderly and the toddlers. He held on to the window sill as he tried to recover from his walk, as he tried to normalise his breathing. The six minute walk from the station to the hotel room had winded and exhausted him, he was still out of breath. Google maps had said it was a two minute walk but it had taken him ten. He was not used to walking around coming from Lagos where he had been used to having his driver whizz him around everywhere, even if he could have done the journey by foot. No one in Lagos walked; well not if you had a driver. London on the other hand most people did and the amount of stairs London had was just something else he did not enjoy. ‘I am really unfit,’ he thought to himself. The Doctor in Lagos had told him the same thing. He went over to the chair in the room and slumped his frame onto the chair. He leaned over and opened the bottle of water the maid had left on the bedside table, he took a sip and set the bottle back on the table. He bent over to take off his shoes, which proved difficult for him to do as his stomach was in the way. ‘When did I become so fat, that I can’t even undo my own shoes?’ he whispered out loud. He cast his mind back to the news the Doctor in Lagos had given him; he had been sitting in the waiting room when the Doctor came over to him and led him into his office. The fact that the nurse had not come out to get him had been a sure sign that it was going to be bad news. ‘Please sit down Mr Oyelowo,’ the Doctor said. ‘The results of the tests we performed show that you have syphilis; unfortunately from what I can see it has been in your body for a long time---’ ‘That’s impossible, you don’t know what you are talking about.’ Tunde banged his fist on the table, making the Doctor’s pens and pad fly off the table and hit the floor with a thud. ‘Sir---’ the Doctor continued, as he bent down to retrieve his pens and pad from the floor. ‘You will have to do your tests again, I do not have syphilis!’ Tunde shouted at the Doctor who was now sitting upright on the other side of the desk. Tunde’s heart was beating erratically in fear and confusion. Syphilis ke! No effing way could that be possible. ‘Sir, I performed the tests twice, just to be sure’ the Doctor continued. ‘As I did not like what I was seeing. I would advise you to get a second opinion.’ ‘Are you married Sir?’ The Doctor asked. ‘As you will need to ensure that your wife gets treated as well.’ ‘I am not married, my wife decided to divorce me because she could not accept the fact of me taking on another wife.’ He replied to the Doctor’s question. The Doctor stared at him before continuing. ‘When was the last time you slept with your wife?’ The Doctor asked, as he scribbled notes on his notepad. ‘It must have been more than two years ago. I could not be bothered to go near her. The only thing she was good for was cooking. Her other duties left a lot to be desired.’ Tunde replied. Tunde was oblivious to the look the Doctor gave him as his eyes went over his frame. ‘What about your new wife, when was the last time you slept with her?’ ‘Do you have regular sex with her?’ the Doctor continued. ‘What I am asking you Mr Oyelowo is who your current regular sex partner is?’ ‘If you have not been sleeping with your first wife who have you been sleeping with?’ ‘I know you must feel that I am bombarding you with a lot of questions, but we need to find out what is wrong with you,’ the Doctor said, as he put down his pen and stared at Tunde. ‘My soon to be second wife recently, before she went to look after her sick father in her village,’ Tunde replied. The room went quiet as the enormity of his own words sunk in. ‘Doctor, you said it has been in my body for a while. How long?’ Tunde asked as his the tremor in his voice travelled to his fingers on the table. ‘At least a year if not more and unfortunately you have left it untreated, it has caused damage to your nervous system. Which is probably why you have been complaining about tiredness. I believe there could be more damage than what I can see here.’ The Doctor replied. ‘You must be wrong,’ Tunde insisted. ‘I don’t have syphilis. I just need to lose weight, get fit and I will be fine.’ Tunde said, as the expression on the Doctor’s face belied the optimism he hoped to infuse into his words. He thought back to all the times Enitan had tried to get him to change his diet and get him to exercise, he had not listened. He had purposely dismissed her opinions as he knew it would hurt her, he had gained perverse pleasure in hurting her feelings. ‘Sir, if you have the means I would advise you to go to England. I have a friend who works in one of the hospitals there, he could help you with a second opinion and you will have access to a lot more tests. In the meantime here are some drugs I would recommend you to take for the time being,’ the Doctor said. Tunde had left the hospital that day in Lagos in a daze, he had tried Linda’s number again it was switched off. The Doctor had to be wrong; there was no way the Linda was such a diseased girl. She didn’t even have a boyfriend. But the image of what he had found in the flat came swiftly to his mind and helped shatter those rose tinted illusions. He still hadn’t cleaned out the flat, he hadn’t the heart to throw out Linda’s stuff. He wanted to talk to her first to find out what was happening. His friends had branded him delusional; they had tried to take him for deliverance from Linda, but he had refused. His friends in turn had steered clear of him telling him that he had been brain washed. Enitan on the other hand; that was a totally different matter. He had been ready for her, he had been eagerly waiting for her to come and lay claim to their joint stuff. Waiting to give her a good verbal abusive onslaught and more, he had been spoiling for a fight. But she hadn’t even bothered to come back to the house for the stuff he had thought mattered to her. How was she living? He had thought she would be back to get her things and most probably sell them to raise money. Since she had been sacked from her job at the bank, he had thought he would now have her under his mercy. But things had not gone that way, she had decided to leave Nigeria and go to England. The kids had not been too happy with him either; they had not been returning his calls and they had taken their Mother’s side in the things that were happening. He sighed and looked around the room, his suitcase was in one corner of the room. He hadn’t bothered to empty the suitcase so his clothes were strewn on top of it in an untidy mess. The mess his clothes were in, mirroring the situation he currently found himself in. Enitan had left him; Linda was nowhere to be seen and the Doctor in London had just confirmed in graphic detail the death sentence fate had dealt him. He was still in shock. He had argued with the Doctor, but the MRI scan that had stared back at him could not be argued with. According to Dr White, at the Queen Charlotte hospital that afternoon, he would be lucky if he lasted nine months. The damage the syphilis had done and was still wrecking, was severe. ‘How could I have not known?’ Tunde asked the Doctor. ‘You could have been asymptomatic, luckily the blood test picked up the cause of what you thought was tiredness and forgetfulness.’ The Doctor continued. ‘If I were you, Tunde, I would go and get my affairs in order.’ Dr White had said to him, the compassion obvious in his eyes. ‘You also need to tell your partner or wife regarding this diagnosis, so that she can get treated’ the Doctor said. ‘Get your affairs in order,’ those words reverberated through his head again, as he burst into tears. Alone in his room with no comfort from any loved ones… At that moment it all looked bleak and hopeless. ‘How had this happened to me?’ He thought to himself. ‘Who gave me this disease?’ The images of the various women he had slept with flashed through his mind. Was it Linda? Anger and despair battled for supremacy in his thoughts. He had always thought such things happened to other people. ‘How will I tell the kids?’ He whispered into the room. A wave of longing suddenly engulfed him, he yearned for Enitan’s wise words and warm embrace. Another beautiful side to Enitan he had just remembered, he did not want to die alone. He tried to banish the gloomy prognosis the Doctor had given him. ‘The Doctor could be wrong, miracles did happen.’ He said to himself. He picked up his phone from the side table and started entering the numbers onto the keypad. He was calling Enitan. |
Vorigo:very interesting premise. We are not the same person ![]() |
Hi Everyone, Hope everyone is well, sorry for the absence a few things have happened. But I am thankful. I am really sorry for being away for soo long. Please accept my apologies. So back to where we left off....................... |
ADECULATE:ADECULATE please bear with me. Just trying to catch up with stuff. Will update by weekend |
ashatoda:Hi as ashatoda I will update before the week runs out. I am just catching up on stuff on here. Please bear with me |
maggdon:Appreciate your sentiments maggdon |
dasilver20:dasilver20 just keep on writing. People will come. |
ADECULATE:Hello ADECULATE how are you too. I am well thanks sorry for the delay and absence. |
Zehner:Hi Zehner who knows ![]() |
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), bravorigo
what smelling husband. Is Tunde high ni?