I've been reading this piece as a guest, and I have one word to describe Mr. Temitope Daniel:
UNIQUE.

Your piece is awesome, and I'm still following dutifully.

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AWESOME!!

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*******PART ONE ********


PROLOGUE
I remember vividly Thursday 28th February 2013. I was an anxious young lady waiting for the Student Affairs Division of my University to paste the much awaited NYSC Postings.
I left school angrily 'cause I was within the school premises for close to 8 hours without any sign of the officials pasting "it".

Getting home, I breath a sigh of relief as I was within my comfort zone at that moment. Just then, my phone rang, and I saw Emmanuel, my favourite class mate's number on its screen.
"Hello iya ondo, how you dey?" Said Emmanuel
"I dey oo bobo. Wetin happen? Have they pasted the List? Wait sef, they've pasted it 'cause you called me "iya ondo" now." I replied him
Everything rushed out of my mouth all at once. I was glad the list was out, but I was disappointed in the fact that I was posted to ondo state as I was planning Lagos state already.
"Ondo State? As in Ondo State?" I mused to myself.
I called a number of my friends and asked them where they were posted, and all of them seem to be posted to Lagos, with only me posted to ondo State.


I summoned every courage I had within me, though disappointed, and started preparing for the journey.
Came Tuesday, 5th March 2013, I started my journey into the uncertainty of my one year mandatory youth service. My mum, a very caring "mother hen" insisted she was going to drop me off at the camp. Ibadan to Ikare akoko where the camp was situated is very far, so I prepared myself for the hopefully interesting journey.
Camp proved itself to be a very interesting place, I made quite a lot of awesome friends, three weeks flew by, the end of the orientation camp came, and there it was, our posting letter.

"Bimbo where were you posted?" Sade asked.
"Akure south." I replied with excitement
"Same here, maybe we'll even live together. " She said hugging me.
"Maybe, but first, I need to make some copies of this document, do you mind? " I replied distracted.
"No, I'll wait for you here." She said with gusto.
A lot was going through my mind, the next few hours is filled with uncertainty for me.
"I don't have anywhere to lay my head for the night, and yet this one is attaching herself already to me,mtscheew! Live ko, liveth nii" I thought to myself.
Thirty minutes later, I found myself and Sade headed towards akure. We passed the night at a Corpers' Lodge owned by a religious body.


The next morning, we made arrangements to rent an apartment together. After doing that and sorting all registration procedures out at the NYSC office, I left akure town for Ibadan.

Here's another fictitious story from me.
The characters are purely from the writers thoughts, and it doesn't in anyway relate to anyone.
Constructive Criticisms are very much welcome.
Thank you.

Thank you so much Miss Flakkydagirl.

I read your works most of the time as a guest, and I must say you inspire.

Thanks so much for the correction. The names were actually inspired by my daughter. I hope you take your time to read the rest, and I hope it becomes less confusing.

I'll take note of the others too.

"The Siblings" is a very awesome work, and I'm following dutifully.

***CHAPTER TWO***
'You won't believe what mumsy is asking me to do?' Bisade said sipping his coffee.
'What? Is she trying to match make you with one or more of her friend's children? Paddy guessed raising an eyebrow.
Paddy his childhood friend had come visiting him at work. In order to tell paddy what his mother was asking him to do, he had taken him to the coffee shop close to his office where they could talk without any fear of intrusion.
Bisade laughed,unbuttoning his blazers, 'No, you're so wrong.' Then he continued 'That would have even been better if that's the case.' He took a gulp of coffee as if his whole life depends on it.' Mother is asking me to make sacrifices to a diety. Her major reason been to untie the link between my childhood and my adulthood.'
'Woooaa!' Paddy exclaimed 'That's serious.' Paddy said sipping some coffee . ' I don't mean to burst your bubble, and not that its my business or anything, but I feel she has her reasons.' He smiled sadly then continued, 'and knowing you well enough, you'll never be patient enough to find out the reason. You want my honest advice?' He asked then continued without waiting for his response. 'I think you should find out what her reasons are.'

Several hours later, Bisade sat in his office wondering how to solve the challenge he had at hand. He picked up his mobile phone and dialled his mother's number. With a sigh, he thought about what to say to his mother, while waiting for her line to connect.
'Hello my dear.' His mother's voice jolted him back to reality.
'Good Afternoon ma.' Bisade greeted his mother.
'Good Afternoon Bisade. How are you?'
It seem strange speaking with his mother the way he was, but he had messed up by shouting back at her when she told him about the sacrifice. She couldn't hate him, neither could he. All he had to do was right his wrongs.
'Mummy, I'll be coming down to your place on Friday, right after work, and I'll be spending the weekend.' He said, his voice laced with uncertainty. 'And mummy, you'll tell me more about the reasons behind the sacrifice.' He smiled suddenly remembering his mother's excitement everytime he visits with her.
'And one more thing' he continued ' please pound that yam you told me about, I can't wait to have a taste.'
His mothers laughter brought back memories of the old times they shared together. When it had been himself and his mother back in london.
'And bunmi asked to tell you that she'll be visiting on saturday too. I hope you don't mind?' All of a sudden feeling very shy, he added ' and I'm sorry for screaming at you yesterday. I didn't mean it. The whole sacrifice came as a shock to me."

'I took some time off work today. I need to help my sister prepare for her daughter's wedding, and you know I'm the only one she has.'
As Dr Rolake was speaking, bisola was already sitted, feigning concentration, and fighting nausea. Then without warning, she threw up all over the sitting room rug.
After cleaning her up and settling a crying Bisola in bed, her mother sat beside her. This wasn't a move bisola needed, she knew her game was up, but what could she do? Nothing.
' Do you mind telling me the man responsible for this?' Her mother asked calmly.
The only response she got from bisola were muffled tears.
'You need to talk to me bisola.' She continued, 'I'm against abortion as a Medical Doctor, but I can as well organise a safe one for my child if that's what she wants.'
She stood up and adjusted the curtains in bisola's room.
Bisola's tears became audible, then straining to sit up she spoke quietly. 'Mummy, I'm so sorry about this mess, but please let me keep this pregnancy. I beg of you.'
'Not until you tell me the man responsible for this.' Raising her voice a little bit, she continued, 'I have nothing else to say to you, just get into the car, and take me to the man.' She said with final authority.
Bisola told her mother that it was busayo who was responsible for her pregnancy. Her mother was very disappointed as she had warned her to stop the love relationship she had then with busayo, but she wouldn't listen.
Thirty minutes later, both mother and daughter left their home for busayo's place. However, luck stood against them. Busayo already packed his things and left his house, as he knew bisola's family will come looking for him. Before he left his house, he made very sure to destroy every trace to anyone discovering where he moved to.
Whether he dropped out of school, or died, no one knew as at that time. The only thing that mattered then was granting bisola her wish and ensuring that she had a safe delivery of her child, and also furthering her education.

'Pregnant?' Busayo asked with a frown. ' But how? Do you realise I'm still a student? Don't you know how your mates deal with sex and unwanted pregnancy?' Busayo accused her.
With a look of disgust in her eyes, she replied him. ' Busayo, you took my virginity, that is enough for you to know that I'm inexperienced in this game.' Raising her voice a little bit, she continued , ' I don't know how my so called mates deal or dealt with unwanted pregnancies, all I know is that I'm pregnant, and I'm dealing with the sickness already.'
'Is that what you want? Nurture this pregnancy, and give birth to this baby?' He asked in an aggressive tone. ' I'm not ready to father a child, and I know you're not ready to be a mother too. I can take you to a very good doctor in town where we can get this pregnancy out fast. It will be painless.' He persuaded.
She kept staring at him. A look of hatred in her eyes. Suddenly, she stood up from where she had been sitting.
'I have to leave now.' Her voice was dry as toast. She felt sad,disturbed and disappointed. She had a sinking feeling that it was just a taste of the icing and not the cake. A storm was brewing, and she seem lost at sea. 'I'll check you later on in the evening.'
Even as she said the words, she could recognise how pathetic they sounded. She had a sinking feeling he'll be long gone before evening. The time read 10:45am, and it was still a long time till evening. The honk from a car behind her jolted her back to life. She realised she almost missed the house gates.
'Wow' she mused. 'So much for thinking too much.'
Her mother Dr Rolake Ifaniyi was home already which was unusual of her. Her dad was away on his sabbatical leave, so she wasn't even expecting him in Nigeria, Let alone at home. The question is, what was her mother doing at home?
'Mother, you're back? What happened?' She asked with panic in her voice.
'Is that your 'mummy welcome home'? And by the way, where did you go? Is this how you leave the whole house while we're gone?' Her mother queried.
'Ah ah, mummy now. I just took a stroll down the street, and I didn't even spend up to 45 minutes.' Bisola replied her mother, then with curiosity in her voice, she asked again.' So, why are you home already?'

The academic and age gap was wide, but it didn't deter them from going ahead with the relationship. Busayo was a third year law student, while Abisola was still in her second year of "waiting" to get into the tertiary institution of her Parents' choice.
Over the months, Abisola and Busayo became an item. Her mother on observing what was going on between bisola and busayo, disapproved of the love relationship. Although she didn't know exactly who busayo was or what he does, she just did not want her only child falling into the wrong hands.
However, a major event took place, swallowing the happiness that bloomed in their relationship. Bisola got pregnant.

CHAPTER ONE
Dr Abisola Ariyike Ifaniyi was born drenched in wealth and luxury. The only child of Professor Ifayemi Ifaniyi, a professor of cultural studies and Dr (Mrs) Rolake Ifaniyi, a medical practitioner, spent her childhood and teenage years in the confines of her parents' town. She had her early childhood education, Primary education and secondary education in Ile Ife, Osun State, where her parents worked and lived.
After her secondary education, she tried getting an admission into the University of Ife. Despite her parents' influence, all efforts proved futile. This made her stay at home for three solid years after the completion of her secondary education. It was during the three years of idleness that she met the only man she would live to hate for the rest of her life, Busayo.
On a very sunny morning, Abisola woke up with a sudden buzz of energy, and decided to take a long walk around her street. She wasn't doing anything serious and important, so she felt she could relax while the morning was still beautiful. Without warning, she heard a deep baritone voice, the Only significant feature in a guy that was her major weakness.
'Hello sisi.' Busayo greeted flashing his sparkling white set of teeth.
'Hi.' Bisola replied with pretend annoyance.
'Pretty girls are not supposed to walk these routes alone you know?' He joked, then continued 'My name is Omobusayo Vaughan. I'm a student of the University of Ife.'
With a look of irritation on her face, she replied him 'Its a pleasure meeting you. I have to get going, sorry.'
She walked away, leaving busayo where he was. Realising she just walked away from him, he called after her.'Hey! I told you my name, you didn't tell me yours. That's not fair.'
Bisola smiled, as she had taken a liking to the man instantly. The two became friends after bumping on each other on several occasion.
Luck smiled on Busayo, as bisola didn't decline his proposal of a Love relationship between them.

PROLOGUE
'No Maami' Bisade practically yelled at his mother.
'I'm not in any way interested! What has gotten over you mother?' Bisade asked, hitting the table hard. 'You mean you're now fetish?' He continued, staring boldly into his mother's eyes.
All the whr looked at
'Bisade, Sit down and listen calmly to what I have to tell you my dear" his mother instructed.
Dr Abisola Ifaniyi, Abisade Ifaniyi's mother is a woman of class, order and structure. A renown woman both locally and internationally is a Phd holder from University of Sheffield in the United Kingdom who loves the simple life she lives. A life devoid of troubles and paparazzi. She never asked to be addressed as Dr Abisola Ifaniyi as some people would do. Bisola went well with her.
'The reason for all these things I'm telling you, you will know and subsequently understand very soon' Bisola continued.
'You've never for once asked me to tell you the story of how you were conceived and eventually born Abisade?' Bisola asked sipping from the glass of wine in front of her.
'Mother, what are you driving at this time? you've always mentioned that my dad Dr ifaniyi died in a plane crash when I was a little boy. You showed me a picture of him, and you told me you never remarried due to the trauma. Which is why you relocated back to Nigeria.' Bisade replied his mother. Every word coming out of his mouth in a rush.
'Calm down my dear.' Bisade's mother said soothing and then continued ' I think the first step is to ask how you were conceived, and subsequently born.'
' I refuse to be taken as a fool mother.' He said 'you've never asked me to make sacrifices to a deity. So tell me, I'm very interested in my history. If it relates to this sudden sacrifice you're asking me to make to a deity!' He concluded, sarcasm laced in his voice.
Adjusting his tie, he reached for a bottle of water.

Hello Everyone.
This is purely a work of fiction. The characters are purely from the writer's thoughts, and does not in any way relate to anyone. General Public please take note.