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Ann woke up to the smell of stew being prepared. She smiled. She now liked her new found habit of smiling, a rare happening in her own house.
She got off the bed and went straight to the kitchen. Dupe was there in her nighties moving from sink to stove, to sink.
She looked at Dupe's face in all her morning splendour. She was very beautiful, why was she not married yet? Then her own marriage came to haunt and remind her of the possible consequences of marriage. She shook her head.
''Good morning, Ann.'' Dupe smiled.
''Good morning Dupe,'' Ann replied. ''You must have woken up very early today.''
''yes, i'm going to work today.''
''oh, yeah,'' Ann remembered that her friend still worked in the Local Government.
''You'll leave me all alone in this house,'' Ann turned and opened her arms to express ''This big house'' , even if she knew it was nothing compared to the house she was coming from.
''Blessing would be all alone at home today too,'' Ann suggested. ''She told me that her husband was travelling this morning''
''Oh!'' Ann said as she remembered Blessing. Blessing was their friend too. She also stopped working at the Local Government when she got married.
''Do you think I should go and spend the day with her?''
''If you want to, you could,'' Ann said. ''You girls could catch up on old times'' she grinned.
''Old times? You say it as if its been ages we last saw each other''
''well, it seems like ages to me''..
Ann laughed out really loud. She needed more of these kinds of things, she thought. A smile still on her lips.
''But you'll have to take me to that AP filling station beside our office first,'' she said 'our' as if Ann still worked there.
''Okay, then,'' Ann grinned. ''But what about your car?''
''I dont feel like driving that thing joh. The kind of problem it gives on the road ehn,'' Dupe scuffed.
They ate breakfast after they had both had their baths. The drive was not a very long one, and soon Ann was knocking on Blessing's gate.
''Who is it?'' the gateman frowned.
''Abeg, is your madam at home?'' Ann asked, but she was quick to feel guilt as she had assumed too soon that he was the gateman.
''Yes, she dey house,'' , Ann felt relief.
''who make I tell am say hin dey find am?''
''Tell her Ann. Ann Bakare''
Bakare! That was her name before she got married. She laughed within herself. She had completely let go of Ann Thomas.
The gateman closed the gate and was soon out again opening the gate to let her drive in.
Blessing was all smiles when she saw the incoming car. She started screaming as soon as Ann stepped out of the car.
''Ann!'' she screamed.
They hugged and exchanged pleasantries.
While they were chatting it out in the big sitting room, the gateman knocked.
''Madam, one man talk say hin dey find oga.''
''haa, oga has gone out since morning nowww,'' Blessing squeezed her chin. ''anyway, tell him to come inside''.
''yes, madam.''
In another one minute, there was a knock on the door again. Blessing went to open it, and exchanged small talk with the person whose image was unseen by Ann.
After some seconds, Ann heard Blessing ask the person to come inside and have something to eat or drink before he left. The voice was reluctant at first, but later agreed.
Blessing gave way for the person to enter through the half opened door.
Ann looked up to greet the person. Her glass cup dropped when she saw the face.
It was Edward. Edward Francis. Her first love.
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... He was standing there by the road, about to cross. He looked left, looked right and looked left again. His head swinging in slow motion as his shapely nose continued to captivate her subconscious. She was staring at him, awefully flattered by his demeanour. He crossed the road swiftly and as he looked towards her, she immediately suffered from dementia. He wasnt looking at her. He wasnt looking at her. She kept thinking. Slowly reciting the words in her mind. Now he was walking towards her. Shit. Maybe he was looking at her. His charm had turned the whole city red, or maybe thats how only she saw it. The buses were red, the streets were red, everything was red. Well, everything except his white eyes and yes, his teeth. She caught a glimpse of it as he opened his mouth a little - The type people do to relieve piled up stress- while he walked towards her. She was sitting on a bench in front of a shop. She had a bottle of Fanta in her grip. As he got closer, his gaze still maintained a horizontal line, it was very straight ahead. It was when he got to where she sat that she realized the obvious. He was not staring at her. He was staring at the shop.

''Do you have ETISALAT card? '' he spoke.
''Yes sir,'' a voice came from inside the shop as a woman jerked her appearance into view.
''Please let me have N200 worth,'' he stated firmly.
That was when his gaze slowly came down and caught her frame. It encroached her entire body. She felt as if his eyes were the shadow of the moon that now caused an eclipse in the light of her day.
He stretched his hand forward.

''My name is ... ANNIEE ANNIEE ANNIEE..'' she heard and shook her head. She was confused. How did he know her name. ''Annie..Anniee, where are you dear?'' this time the voice was clear. It was Dupe. She had been dreaming.

She shifted in the bed and her hand touched the ceramic plate she had used to eat before the open arms of sleep took her.
She was a little mad at Dupe for interrupting her sleep, but she was happy that she was home already.

''Dupe, I'm here oo. I'm in the guest room,'' she said aloud.
Dupe made her way to the guest room and found her friend laying on the bed, and the first thing that caught her attention was the almost red spot behind her lower lip.
''awww.., he beat you again this morning?''

Annie's phone rang.

The slow melody filling the air as a mutual silence ensued. Ann silenced the ringing and looked at the screen, keeping her gaze on the caller name.
Dupe jumped on the bed and grabbed the phone just as it stopped ringing.

''My God! 19 missed calls?''
Ann nodded.
''Christie and Thomas have been calling me since I arrived at your house,'' she heaved. ''They've not got tired I guess.''
''Ann, what if they track your phone?''
Ann instinctively hijacked the phone and switched it off.
''I'm not saying they can track it, i'm just saying...what if they could?''
''I dont think so, but i'll stay on the safer side though''

''Thomas knows i'm your close friend,''
''Yeah? But he doesn't know your house, does he?''
''No,'' she said with a smile. ''I see you've already made yourself comfortable''.

Dupe stared at the ceramic plate and moved it to the small table beside the bed.
Ann smiled. She felt safe here.
''I cant do this anymore, Dupe,''
Dupe nodded.
''I'm tired of that marriage already,'' Ann continued. ''One day, he'll beat me into a coma and rape me, and i'll give birth inside that same coma.''
Dupe laughed but had to stop herself.

''Sorry, i didnt mean to.''
''no, i understand,'' Ann conceded. ''My life is very funny. Even I laugh at myself.''
The day went by very quickly. The two friends ate dinner in silence.


They watched some movies together that night and Annie began wondering why she even got married. This single life was interesting. But then again, marriage with the right person is even better. Marriage seemed like a victory, a victory over being single, over being a spinster. But a victory is only enjoyed when theres somebody to celebrate with. In her own marriage, there was nobody to celebrate with. There was nothing to even celebrate about, talk more of celebrating with somebody. She sighed. Different things were playing in her mind.

She remembered the interesting days in the village when she was younger. She and her sister were very close. They had not just been sisters, but friends. People used to call them a kind of collective name, either Anna Christie or Christie Annan. The former, when they wanted to say Ann and Christie, and the later for Christie and Ann. They used to laugh whenever people called them together like that, but they soon became used to it. Christie got married and relocated to Lagos with her husband. Ann was happy for them. She became even happier when they called home that they'd found a job for her. The flow of joy that filled her system was obviously more than the water that came from the rock Moses had struck with his rod.
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