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All this silent treatment is paining me to my bone marrow.

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Chapter 22
Felicia tailed her husband and followed him as he moved from shelf to cabinet to his desk, smiling like a puppy, and saying please. He shook his head and and she begged and whined harder. He gave her a firm no and opened the file in front of him. She pouted and sat by his desk, right by the arm of his office chair.
“Jaiyeolaoluwa, please.”, she whined.
“Felicia Omeighie, no.”, he stated.
“Why are you being so adamant?”, she snapped.
“Because I will not be known as the assistant who abused his power.”, he said and looked up at her.
“Youre just like Joseph. You were elevated to this post for a reason. From what I heard from some of the converts, she was wrongfully placed in solitary confinement. Please Jaiye. I won’t ask for anything again. You can cut off the allowance you give me. You can even forget about the trip to Canada. I won’t complain. Just do this one thing for me. Please.”, she pleaded.
“Is this solely because of the woman or you want to make the director eat his words?”, Jaiye asked and closed the file.
“This is solely for Tinu. I’m still going to stick out my tongue at that old fool. It is only a matter of time. It’s still me and him in that prison.”, Felicia chippered.
Jaiye smiled and shook his head. He picked up a blank sheet of paper and began to draft a letter. Felicia squealed as she read the contents of the draft. He shot a look and she clamped her hand around her mouth smiling ecstatically. Jaiye found himself chuckling under his breath and he picked up the receiver of the telephone. He punched in the number of his secretary.
“Amadi, please come into my office.”, he said and placed the receiver back in its cradle. Felicia returned to her seat and waited for the secretary to come in. Two knocks were heard and Jaiye permitted the person’s entry. Felicia turned to see Jaiye’s secretary Amadi standing a few feet behind her. She turned her head forward in order to prevent him from seeing her laugh. His comical double lenses glasses made his eyes appear as though he was wearing magnifying lenses.
“Sir.”, the man greeted.
“Yes, Amadi. Please type this for me and print it out on the official letterhead. Bring it back for my signature and I want it dispatched immediately to the Women’s Prison.”, Jaiye instructed holding out the draft letter.
“Yes, sir.”, Amadi answered and approached the desk to collect the paper.
“Please, no mistakes. I want this letter out of the ministry in the next thirty minutes.”, Jaiye stated.
“No problem sir.”, Amadi said and turned to leave. Felicia waited till she heard the door close and ran over to the other side of the desk and kissed her husband.
“Thank you so much, Jaiye.”, she said.
“Felicia, this is the first and only time something like this will happen.”, he said clearly.
“I understand, Jay.”, she said and hugged him. “Thank you so much.”


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Rosanna stood in front of her reflection and pulled up the bodice of her dress. Seyifunmi swatted her hands and Rosanna cried in protest.
“Seyifunmi, I look like a cheap slut.”, Rosanna exclaimed.
“Yen yen yen yen yen yen.”, Seyifunmi said imitating Rosanna. “What do you know?”
“Excuse me, I worked for Vogue.”, Rosanna boasted.
“And explains why you asked for my help.”, Seyifunmi said and started packing Rosanna’s make up kit. Rosanna stood in front of the mirror and turned to check the side view of the dress. All she could see was the large dip in the back of the red dress that stopped right on top of the small of her back. The dress stopped about four inches below her butt. She sighed. It used to be longer than that. All this Nigerian food had fattened her, causing her hips to swell and her butt to become bigger. She had wanted to wear a garter and stockings but Seyifunmi hid them and told her to show skin.
She turned to face the mirror. The sweetheart neckline of the dress pushed her breasts up and showed more cleavage than she was comfortable with.
“You do know I bought this dress for clubbing?”, Rosanna said.
“Then stop acting like a prude or a celibate nun during Lent. If you can wear this to a club then why can’tyou wear it Dare's apartment “, Seyifunmi said as she dusted flecks of powder from the dresser.
“I never wore it to the club. I’m not comfortable with showing this much skin…”
“Rosanna, this is Catholic all girls boarding school talking. Your skin is amazing. I would give anything to have your shade of brown. I mean this is all for Dare.”, Seyifunmi said and wagged her eyebrows.
“God, does it look like I’m trying too hard? I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing around him.”, Rosanna groaned.
“Well, you never dated after him, so how on Earth would you know what you’re doing? Plus, I’ve totally forgiven Dare for not getting you into his bed for the first five dates. He is totally a saint.”, Seyifunmi said and leaned against the dresser.
“I think I’ll go crazy if he kisses me on the forehead and sends me home in his car again.”, she said and flopped down on the stool in front of the mirror
Seyifunmi sighed and Rosanna said, “Have you spoken to Dele?”
Seyifunmi groaned and shook her head. “I blocked him and deleted his number.”
“What?!”, Rosanna shouted.
“I know I overreacted but I was so angry that evening. I miss him so much.”, Seyifunmi said tearing up.
“You’ve not outgrown this your overreaction of a thing. What if he decides you no longer want to anything to do with him?”, Rosanna asked.
“Do you think I’ve not thought of that? Now, that dad retired to take care of mum, I feel so stupid.”, Seyifunmi groaned.
“Look, I know you adore your parents. I adore Aunt Natalie too. And I know it was thoughtless of Dele to talk the way he did but the punishment has to fit the crime. You can’t cut off a head for a mere lie.”, Rosanna said.
“I don’t know if he’s still interested. I mean I cut off the relationship at a very trying time for him. The custody issue and his ex-wife is jail and the trustee duties and all what not. He might feel he doesn’t need a girl who overreacts.”, Seyifunmi stated and went to hang the rejected dresses back in Rosanna's closet.
“Well, then go to his apartment.”, Rosanna suggested and stood to adjust her hair.
“No.”, Seyifunmi said.
“What?!”, Rosanna said and turned to face the direction of the closet.
“He has to apologise first.”, Seyifunmi said as she came out of the closet.
“What?!”, Rosanna asked and stuck a finger in her ear and wiggled it to make sure there was nothing stuck in her ear.
“I don’t believe you’ve gone deaf.”, Seyifunmi said and sat on Rosanna’s bed.
“Why you egoistic daughter of a saint. You are really going to wait for him to apologise first?”
“Of course. I won’t belittle myself because I miss him. He hurt me and he has to apologise.”, Seyifunmi stated clipping her nails with her teeth.
“You know what? I can’t deal with your drama. Not tonight”, Rosanna said and threw her arms up in exasperation. She scoffed and picked up her phone to call Nate, Dare’s driver.

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Rosanna felt like a call girl as she walked past the staring eyes in the hotel foyer. She didn’t know he lived in a hotel. If she did, she’d have worn a coat or something. She only prayed no one that knew her father saw her. He’d kill her with his bare hands if he knew she went out scantily clad like she was. She threw her hair that sat over one shoulder over her shoulders to cover the missing part of her dress. She was grateful when she got to the elevator shaft. She pressed the button and immediately the doors of the unfortunately, glass lift opened. She pressed the button for the topmost floor and reclined against the gold railing on the walls of the lift.
She was double grateful that the lift made no stops. She couldn’t bear to be looked at with disgust like the receptionist had. She knew she’d never take fashion tips from Seyifunmi ever again. The lift dinged and opened. She looked at the silver watch Dare had gifted her on their second date. The lift was fast.
She heaved a sigh and stepped into the balcony of Dare’s suite. She stood by the glass doors and watched him put finishing touches to the table he set. She smiled and bit her lip. What was his reaction going to be? She knocked on the door and he turned. She stifled a laugh as she saw his jaw drop. She saw his eyes scan her from head to toe. She smiled wider and pointed at the door. He shook as he snapped out of the enchantment that held him spellbound.
He walked to the door and opened it, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time. He had never seen her in anything so daring and bodacious. She had always kept it demure and modest but elegant. He had never seen her so sexy. She had never shown so much skin in the years he had known her and watched her. Yes, he had watched her all the years they were apart. His private investigator kept tabs on her and sent him a report oh her every month. In all the pictures he received he never saw her in anything above her knee. It was always pants and knee-length dresses and skirts. She never revealed her cleavage or breasts. Now, the woman before him had broken her life long dress code. The woman before him had goddamn knocked the wind out of him. He vowed he wouldn’t bed her until she wanted him to. How was he supposed to keep his hands to himself when she was looking like a temptress sent from the depths of hell. Or was it heaven? Something so beautiful and gorgeous couldn’t possibly be made in hell, right?
She came in and the scent of strawberry and apricot hit him like a train.
God, she smelled so good.

I have six words for you gracile- thank you, thank you, thank you.

This was elucidating

Aunty Wura, this is no love or war and this is most definitely unfair. Cutting it short at the juiciest part.

I enjoyed it nonetheless. Can't wait for the next update.

ogbosike:
Thanks OP for the update. Words alone can't describe how good you are.. You are indeed good in it

Awwn. Thank you dearie.

Timba24:
it is really painful and i am overwhelm with emotion. Thanks for the update madam millie. U are a darling

Thanks love.

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Tinu closed her eyes and willed sleep to come. Anything to take her away from the ferocious hunger ravening at her stomach. Her joints ached and tears flowed out of her eyes. The banging in her head intensified. She turned and grasped the last sachet of water she had for the day. She bit it open and drank but the water soon tasted bitter and did nothing to assuage the beast in her stomach. She sobbed and hoped for a miracle. She remembered the shirt of the lady evangelist. If Jesus really loved her liked they claimed, this was an excellent time to prove it. This was the fifth day without food. She would do anything for a meal. Anything except degrade her body and sleep with a guard.
Her baby squirmed within her and she groaned in pain. She wished the girl would hold still. Her movements were no longer cute. They were excruciating. It felt like years before her lids grew heavy with sleep and she welcomed it like a long lost relative. She groaned in irritation as the noise of the door of her cell snatch sleep away from her. She looked up and saw three guards. None of them with food. She groaned and sat up. She wondered if the other guard had told them she had offered to pay him a million naira if he would feed her consistently. She sat up as fast as her drained body could allow.
She looked at the two bald potbellied guards and the tribal marked hunk, wondering whether to make the offer to them first or wait for them to state their price. They inched closer to her and she caught the glint in their eyes. It was one she was familiar with. She had seen it on a lot of guys in campus, her bosses, and some of the guards in the prison. It was lust and avariciousness – in the basest and vilest forms. She leaned into the wall hoping for a means of escape. She noticed the tents in their pants and tears filled her eyes.
“Please.”, she begged with her croaky voice.
“Shh!”, the dark, tribal marked man said with his index finger on his lips. She shook her head to tell them no. One of the potbellied men flashed her a salacious and lascivious grin as he unbuckled his belt. She crawled away from them to a corner and begged for pity, for mercy, for compassion.
“Do well and we will do you well too.”, the other potbellied man advised.
“No, please.”, she sobbed. The other me dragged her by her feet and set her on back to be impaled by the guard with his pants around his ankles. The tribal marked man latched onto her right arm and the other potbellied man latched onto her left arm after gagging her with a rag. She clamped her thighs together and let out muffled screams as the impending rapist pulled at her shorts. She cried out in pain as the man slapped her. Her body was weak and could not put up a good fight. The man yanked her legs apart and removed her shorts and panties. He then plunged into her with no mercy. Tinu yelled out in agony. The man rammed into her, groaning and grunting in pleasure, desecrating her body. Thrust after thrust released a cry of anguish at the complete torture of his act.
His cohorts urged to go faster so they could have their turn in heaven as the guard had called it. She felt tears fall down the sides of her face as she stared at the flickering. She tried to ignore the breathy comments of the man in her but they tattooed themselves into her mind.
“Na so so enjoy rich men they enjoy. Baby, you sweet.” She felt his disgusting paws crush her ultra sensitive breasts and she groaned in pain.
“See she dey enjoy am.”, the other potbellied man pointed out. She shook her head and cried for them to stop. The man continued squeezing her breasts, hurting her both ways. She heard him groan and felt him empty his vile seed into her. She saw him sheath his organ and pull his pants back up. Tinu hoped they would show her mercy. But they had other plans for her. The other pot bellied man took the place of his friend and unbuckled his belt.
Tinu cried in protest but he rammed into her anyway. Her weak body could not bear the pain anymore and she passed out.

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Dele sat opposite his mother listening to her talk about her adventures with Donald, her neighbor. He was right about the perfume shop being in Dubai. Donald had shared the trip to Dubai he won at a chess competition with her. He had not seen his mother this lively in a while. The last time he saw her speak so animatedly was before her first heart attack.
The elderly woman took a sip of the fresh pineapple juice her caregiver had made. She looked into the eyes of her son. Behind the smile, she could vividly see the tempest in his eyes. She put down her drink and smiled.
“Bamidele, is there anything you want to talk about?”, she said.
“I’m just glad to see you healthier.”, the man said and reclined on the sofa.
“Ehnehn. Iyen ni mi o fe. Bamidele, emi ni mo bi e (No. That is what I don't want. I gave birth to you.) Before you could talk and say you were hungry, I could tell by merely looking into your eyes. So tell me what is going on? I can see you’re troubled.”, she stated.
“I’ve done what I do best. I’ve messed everything up.”, he said and sighed and rested his head in his palms.
“What do you mean by messed up everything?”, his mother asked. He groaned and proceeded to tell his mother about how he lost the custody of the twins and how he left things with Seyifunmi.
“Bamidele, o ti bale je gan. But everything has a solution. But first I have to ask you. Which is more important? The twins or Seyi?”, his mother stated.
“My children.”, he asserted and sat up.
“What I will advise you is that you go back to Abuja and beg Tinu with everything in you. Beg her to let you see the children. Because it will be a very sad thing if your children grow up like you- without knowing their father. You should be ready to accept the other children as well. While Temi and Tóminí are your children, they have formed the bond of brotherhood and sisterhood with the children of Tinu and her late husband. And that bond is one that is difficult to break. O ma fa gbogbo wan m'ora. After you have settled issues with your children, you will then go and face your girlfriend. Because even if Seyitan or what do you call her takes in today and gives birth today, whatever child she gives birth to will never be as old as those children. Those children are your future, Bamidele. If you throw them away and be the true son of your father, you will face the consequences. It is not a curse. It is simply a fact. Owo ti mo ni, ni mo ya e.( Literal interpretation- the money I have is what I've lent you. Actual interpretation- that is my advice for you)”, his mother stated.
“Ese ma.”, (Thank you ma)he said. She called out for her caregiver. The young lady came out to meet them
“So, k'ilo ma je?(What will you eat?) You’re too thin. May God give you a wife that will be feeding you well o.”, his mother said.
“Mummy!”, he called out in embarrassment.
“S'o ma j'amala? Amala Omotunde fele. (Will you eat Amala. Omotunde's Amala is very soft) And I cooked pork stew. It’s your favorite.”, his mother said.
He smiled and nodded. His mother smiled and turned to her caregiver and asked her to make Amala and ewedu and bring out the pork stew from the freezer.









Four updates today alone? I deserve some heartfelt comments. Please do drop your thoughts dearies.

You're amazeballs!!

swankmee:
John .

“Whatever the story is Diane. It’s highly improper to go about harassing people in their place of work.” He replied again. He avoided my gaze, his eyes focused on the computer before him. my insides melted with sadness.

“Harass? You know what, I think I better get going.” I rose up, disappointed, my cake and bag in hand, I turned towards the door and stopped when he spoke again.

“I thought you were here to see me?” I turned to meet his gaze.

“No” I forced a smile, pressed my lips together to suppress the sob that threatened to come out. “I was simply passing by, to deliver a cake to a client and I decided to say hello.”

He nodded slowly and spoke again, his eyes flashed a sudden glint and then it was gone before I could decipher it but then, I noticed his stoic face, softened. “I will need a cake for one of my clients by next week if you don’t mind. Just a plain cake.” He rose up from his seat.

“Oh, as much as I would love to take the offer. Thank you I really do appreciate but I will be busy next week please get someone else to do that for you.” I bit my tongue in triumph when a bewildered look displayed across his face.

“Why? You know what never mind. I will get someone else.” His feature hardened again “Have a nice day”

I simply nodded and walked out of his office, Caroline wasn’t behind her desk and I was grateful for that. I simply walked out of the building without turning back. It was when I entered the uber I called, that I let out the sob I had been holding.

All this pride and ego, and you will go and open that mouth and pray.

God will help this Diane of a lady. Mama, learn to control your temper.


Bro Ikechukwu, learn how to judge matters.

Ann2012:
Lekan is a goat

Thanks for the update

Goat ke. He is an ewu, a red bororo, a West African dwarf goat.

Gosh. If we talk now, they will say we are talking.

Honestly, mother-in-laws will ruin marriages if people are not careful.

But I guess everything was to bring her to God's will for her.

I cried while writing this last update. I hope I was able to convey the dense emotion I wanted this last scene to have. Please let me know what you think.

Kisses.

I love you all

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Rosanna tapped her foot in rhythm to Beethoven’s sixth symphony playing in the elevator. She turned and saw Roselle sweltering in the cool space. What was her issue with her boyfriend? Couldn’t he simply believe her word? She shook her head. She could never date someone with trust issues. When she loved, she gave her all and trusted in childlikeness and she expected the same in return. The doors of the elevator opened at the eleventh floor and Roselle got out of the box like it was on fire. She shook her head again and followed to wherever it is she was going.
She had had no plans on helping her after her thoughtless act. But then Roselle had begged her in the middle of the bullpen, in front of everyone. She had no choice but to help her. She looked at her watch and hoped she could make it back home in order to get ready for her date with Dare. A smile curled her lips as she recalled the kiss they shared. What was it about Dare's kisses that made her want to throw into the wind and let him do whatever he wanted with her? She had gone moist when he kissed her. God, that man was lethal. Kisses like the one he gave her should be proscribed and declared illegal and unhealthy. It took her thirty minutes to get herself together and stop wondering what his lips would feel like elsewhere.
She bit her bottom lip and wondered if any of such kisses would occur later that evening. She gnawed on her lip as Roselle led them to a halt at a woman’s desk.
“Miss Roselle, I’m sorry but Mr. Williams told me expressly not to let you in and if you insisted on staying, I should call security. Please, I don’t want to offend you. Please leave.”, the lady rose and begged.
“Ify, please. Just let me in for two minutes. Please it’s important.”, Roselle pleaded with her hands together.
“Miss Roselle, please. He will fire me if I let you in. Please just go. I beg you in God’s name. Please don’t put me in trouble.”, the secretary begged.
“Ify, don’t do this to me. Please….”
“Hey, don’t go in there.”, Ify yelled at Rosanna as she barged into Mayowa’s office. Ify got away from her desk and ran after Rosanna.
Mayowa looked up at the strange woman who barged into his office. Of all days for Ify to be inefficient. He wasn’t ready to see anyone. Not with the huge case file the managing partner of his firm gave him and not with the emotional storm in his heart.
“Excuse me, madam…”
“Look, Mayowa Williams. I have a date with my boyfriend by nine and I intend to beat traffic and make it home in time to get primed for my date, so listen good.”, she stated and tossed her National ID card on his large table. She opened her purse and threw in her International Passport as well.
“Sir, I’m so sorry. She just barged in here.”, Ify said breathlessly as she came into his office. He was about waving her out when Roselle came into his office.
“What are you doing here?”, he asked. Ify spun around to face Roselle and groaned in exasperation. “Sir, I asked her to leave.”
“Please, I don’t have the time for this drama. Please Mr. Williams listen to me.”, Roselle said.
“Who are you?”, he asked in frustration as he picked up her identification.
“Rosanna Eberechukwu Amaechi. I work at FDL publishing. The flowers you saw your girlfriend receive were meant for me. Dare is my boyfriend. Since I go by Anna at work, the security must have assumed it was meant for her. There was just a misunderstanding. Your girlfriend isn’t cheating on you or anything. Dare is my boyfriend.”, she said. “So y'all should work out your issues.”, she said and collected her documents from Mayowa’s flabbergasted hands. “Thank you for your time.”

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Dele looked at the picture frames that adorned the walls of his mother’s house. His mother loved pictures. They were something that was never lacking in their home. She loved capturing moments. And she most definitely had had tons of new moments to capture. The picture of his convocation and graduation from MIT were nowhere to be found. She had framed the pictures of Temi and Tóminí's last visit and the few pictures he had filed out to her like alms. He smiled at the picture of the twins' dedication at church. She and Tinu were beaming with megawatt smiles carrying the twins as three month old babies. He had refused to go to church with them. He had been so stupid and immature.
He looked at the only picture of him in the big sitting room. He had just started sprouting teeth in it. He sighed. She must have been really hurt to remove all his pictures. He turned around and saw the pictures of his mother’s adventures. She had gone shopping in what seemed to be an Arabian perfume store with her neighbor, Donald. It was most probably Dubai. She had also gone fishing with him. He chuckled at the picture of his mother garbed in jeans, boots, a tee and a fisherman’s hat. She was holding up the fairly large fish she caught on the line with one hand and holding her rod with the other. She was in another frame with her neighbor at an award ceremony. He turned and saw another with them at the movies. He saw another picture of his mother with some senior citizens. Probably from church. He saw another picture of his mother and Tinu.
He turned at the sound of the door opening. He saw his mother remove her track suit jacket. She looked revitalized and more healthy. His heart fell. She was better off without him.
“So Bamidele, how are the twins? What class are they in now?”, she asked as she sat down on a sofa.
“Theyre fine and in basic one.”, he said.
“Awwn. They’re growing so fast.”, she stated smiling. He watched her smile dissolve as she cleared her throat. “So k'ilo mu e wa s'ibi? (What brings you over here?) After you refused to pick or return our calls. The only way I knew you were alive was when my caregiver thanked me every month for her salary. So, ki'lo n sele? (So, what's is going on?) Are you getting married or something?”, his mother asked stoic as if she were discussing the weather.
Dele's resolve crumbled and he fell into a prostration in front of his mother and clung to her feet. He sobbed and begged for her forgiveness. “Mummy, I’m sorry.”, he sobbed staining her track suit pants with tears.
“Bamidele, why are you begging me? What did I say now?”, she asked.
“Mummy, e jo. E foriji mi. I beg you. Please, forgive me.”, he begged. ( Mummy please. Forgive me)
“Bamidele, get up.”, she said and tapped his shoulders.
“Mummy, please let me remain like this. Please, I’m sorry for my foolishness. I’m sorry for acting like a bastard. Mummy, please. You’re all I have left.”, he cried and tightened his hold on her.
“Bamidele, o ma da mi nu. You tossed me aside. Lehin gbogbo iya ti mo je l'ori e.( After all the sufferings I endured because of you) Ayobamidele, you knew what I went through to bring you up and you turned your back on me.”, she said with her voice quivering and tears pooling in her eyes.
“Mummy, I’m sorry.”, he sobbed.
“Mo ma j'iya l'ori e. ( I suffered because of you) And you turned your back on me when I needed you the most. They say when you’re old, your children become your walking stick. Bamidele, you left me to crawl. Did you know I had another heart attack? If it was not for Robert and Donald, my enemy would have died. I told them at the hospital to call my son”, she said and sobbed and hit her thighs together. “ I told them to call my son. Bamidele, they called your cell you refused to pick. They called you at the office, your secretary told them to that you were too busy to talk. The money in my account was not enough for the transplant. There was a viable heart and there were surgeons available for the surgery and my son told me he was too busy to talk. Donald footed the bill. And now you’re here to beg for my forgiveness?”, she cried.
“Mummy, please forgive me.”, he sobbed.
“Do you know what I passed through to raise you? Do you know the insults I swallowed? Do you the trash I stomached to give you food to eat, to put clothes on your back and to pay for your education? The man that sponsored your university education, do you know where I met him? I met him when I was working the night shift at a twenty-four hour restaurant. I washed dishes for you. I mopped floors for you. I sold everything I had for you. And you told me you were too busy to talk. Ah, Bamidele o se mi o. O de see eleda mi.”, she sobbed and sniffled.( Ah, Bamidele, you offended me and you offended my maker.)
“I vowed the day I had you that nothing will ever make me open the mouth I used to pray for me to conceive you to ever curse you or say anything negative concerning you. Bamidele, you made me regret ever having you.”, she said.
“Mummy, please. I’m sorry.”, he begged.
She sighed heavily and shook her head. “Bamidele, dide. I forgive you.”
“Mummy, please, let me remain this way.”, he begged shaking his head.
“ Ayobamidele Oluwaseun , I said you should get up. I have forgiven you. I am not God. I can’t hold your misdeeds against you. Because I know I have done terrible things too. God forgave of my sins. Who am I to hold a grudge against you. Bamidele, get up. Mo ti dariji e, tokan tokan.” ( I have forgiven you wholeheartedly.)

Ann2012:
Thunder fire that warder, pls help should locate Tinu immediately. Can the ish of the flower be sorted immediately so that Roselle and Mayowa can continue their love story same applies to Alisdare and Rosanna.

Thanks for the update ma'am

LMAO. You're welcome, love.

skubido:
Hmmmmmm, o ga oooo



OP thanks for the update

Abi o


You're welcome, love.

“What about your baby? Is servicing me more important than your baby’s life?”, he asked. “How long will it survive without food?” Her hand protectively went over her belly.
“Food will come.”, she replied.
“Food is here. Only for a small inconsequential token. I offer food in return. Where the others will rape you and take without your consent, I promise to be a gentleman.”, he stated matter-of-factly.
“No.”, she said shaking her head.
“Ok then.”, the man put in and turned to leave.
“Wait!”, she called.

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Rosanna tiptoed along the walls by Roselle’s office. She didn’t want to be on the receiving end of her rage. She almost made it to the bullpen when she heard a shrill voice say “Rosanna Amaechi, in my office right now!” She winced in terror. Why on Earth had she gotten carried away? It turned out lunch with Ose would get her fired. They had gone on and on talking about their favorite books. When Ose commented that he didn’t really like Jane Eyre, she had gone all out to defend her favorite book. She hoped she wouldn’tget fired. She had never been fired and she didn’t want to start now. Not when her interview at the University of Lagos was in two weeks.
She raised the knuckle of her index finger to forehead and two shoulders in the sign of the cross and kissed it and prayed to whoever was the patron saint of temperamental bosses to touch Roselle’s heart. She entered the office and shut the door behind her.
Roselle’s office always took her breath away. It was a mini Beast’s library. Every free surface was covered with books of all shapes and sizes, covers and jackets. She wished she could do something similar when she got her lecturing job in the University. She probably wouldn’t get an office to herself.
“I didn’t call you here to gawk at my office. I called you here because your goddamn boyfriend can’t specify which blasted Rose he wants his flowers delivered to.”, Roselle snapped.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, Rosanna said whimpering.
“This.”, Roselle shouted and threw a card at her. She sighed and picked it up. She opened it and there in beautiful cursive letters, sat ‘Rose, I can’t wait for our dinner tonight. And I missed kissing you. Love, Dare.' Embarrassment coursed through her. Roselle had read her card.
She swallowed and said, “I apologise. It won’t repeat itself. Where are my flowers?” Roselle rolled her eyes and said, “ That is not the issue. My boyfriend was with me when I received the blasted sun flowers and now he believes I’m cheating on him with a Dáre…” Rosanna's breath caught at the mention of sunflowers. He remembered.
“Dare.”, Rosanna corrected.
“Do I look like I care? You are going to help me fix it.”
“Ok? But where are my flowers?”, Rosanna insisted.
“I’m talking about something important and you are asking for flowers?”, Roselle asked bewildered.
“But where are my flowers?”, Rosanna said laughing mirthlessly.
“I threw them away before I realized they were for you.”, Roselle said offhandedly.
“Look, im sorry to say it but I say it nonetheless. I don’t give two f***s about your relationship. It is not my duty to fix the goddamn trust issues you and your boyfriend have. I apologise for my boyfriend’s ineptitude in addressing the flowers to the right person but you had absolutely no right to trash my flowers. And you can fix your problem without my help.”, Rosanna said and walked out of Roselle’s office.
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Dele's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He wondered what he would tell her. Though she hurt him, he had punished her in to cruelest way possible. He severed ties with her. He had stopped picking her calls and replying her text messages. She used to be an edifice in the centre of his life but he had long demolished the structure. She used to be on a pedestal but he had knocked her. She used to be his greatest friend but he turned his back on her.
As much as he tried to justify he actions with what she did, his justification didn’t suffice. He had to apologise. Whether he liked it or not, she was his mother. She had sacrificed a lot for him and made him what he was. He couldn’t throw her away because of a singular mistake, despite it’s gravity.
He looked out his window and saw an elderly couple walking their dog. He smiled. He wanted that with someone. He looked again and noticed how awfully the woman’s portrait had an uncanny semblance to that of his mother. He pulled his car over and wound his window down. It was his mother.
His heart jumped on treadmill. What would he say to her? Was he to keep on driving? Was he supposed to go over to meet her and her … What was the man to her? Was he just a friend? Or was he her love interest? He decided to go over to greet them. He got out of his car and crossed the road to meet them.
“Mum.”, he called and she and her friend turned around.
“Bamidele?”, she asked doubting her eyes.
“E k’aro, ma.”, he greeted in a half prostration. “Good morning, sir”, he directed at the man by his mother’s side.
“K’aro. What a surprise.”, she said emotionless. Dele found it hard to believe this woman was smiling thirty seconds ago. He never thought he’d live to see the day his mother was not happy to see him. His heart tore into shreds. “Donald, this is my son, Bamidele, the one I told you about. Dele, this is Donald, my friend and nextdoor neighbor.”, she introduced.
“Let’s not forget doctor and exercise partner.”, the man said laughing and stretched his hand out for a handshake. “Young man, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Both good and bad.”, the man said as Dele shook his hand. He contorted his face into a mock frown. “But mostly good.”, he added again smiling cheerily.
“And this is Robert.”, his mother said gesturing to the big, white shepherd dog Donald was holding by a leash.
“Its nice to meet you both, sir.”, Dele said.
“How are Oluwatomini and Temiloluwa? Are they here with you?”, she said with excitement dancing in her eyes.
“No. They’re not.”, he answered.
“So what brings you over to this side of Lagos?”, his mother asked with her voice clipped.
“Elsa.”, Donald chided.
“Donald, what? Did he sleep for a year and suddenly woke up and remembered he has a mother?”, Dele’s mother asked more to Dele than to Donald. Robert barked at the seeming growing confrontation and moved restlessly.
“Robert, behave yourself.”, Donald warned sternly. The dog whined and calmed down.
“Mum, please. I’m sorry. I want to talk to you.”, Dele pleaded.
“As you can see, I’m on a walk right now. If you really want to see me, you can go and wait for me at home.”, she said

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Gabriel latched unto MJ's arm as she walked past him. She turned and gave him a glare.
“Please, let’s talk.”, he begged.
“Are you sure you have the time? Your girlfriend might be waiting for you.”, she said cheerily with a cynic smile on her face.
“MJ, she is not my girlfriend. I don’t date traitors and skanks.”, he replied gritting out the not.
“Your preference of women is not my business. My business is getting revenge and avenging the death of Simon. So, I ask you 'Gabe'”, she said moaning out the Gabe like Tanya had when she saw her. “Is your head in the game?”
He sighed. She was still on this revenge issue. He knew MJ was never one to let things go but he had hoped seeing him with another woman would make her feel somewhat jealous and maybe invoke feelings in her.
“Yes.”, he said. It was only a matter of time till they got their revenge and she’d be his. “What did you want to tell me?”
Her voice went up an octave and stars shimmered in her eyes. She bounced on her feet in excitement. “I found out who was behind the pollution and murder charges Oduah Holdings is facing.”
“Who is it?”, he asked with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Al-Nasser Jewellers. But that’snot the interesting part. Guess who gave them all the information they needed.”, she asked in glee.
“Who?”, he asked.
“It was…” His phone blared out his rock n roll ringtone and he brought it out of his pocket. He checked the caller ID and rejected the call.
“Who was that?”, she asked.
“No one important.”, he answered and the phone began to ring again. He grunted and rejected the call. “What were you saying?”
MJ eyed the phone in skepticism and shrugged it off. It wasn’t her business. If he chose to ignore his calls, it wasn’t her business. Though she could bet her arm and leg on who was calling him. She sighed as the phone erupted into the loud song again.
“You know what? Pick your call. I’ll wait.”, she offered.
“No MJ. You’re more important.”, he said and opened the case of his phone, removed the back coverand pulled out his Sim. “Nothing matters more than you, MJ.”
“Nothing matters more than avenging Simon.”, she corrected smiling.

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Ose scanned the café for a free table. He knew he should have come down for lunch after rush hour but he couldn’tget his mind off Roselle. He had thought she would choose him but apparently he never meant anything to her. He’d never forget the glee in voice as she laughed with her boyfriend. It sickened him. The jealousy sickened him. How could she tell him she felt something for him, lead him on, make him fall for her and not still choose him in the end. His grip tightened on the tray. He wished he had chosen another day to collect his cheque. He wished her the same pain she had caused him. Yes, the same pain. How could she be laughing in glee when he had been pining for her for months. His phone was never far from him as he waited for her to call. But she never did.
It was his fault. He had no one else to blame. He was the one who jumped at the first woman he saw in her underthings and said she felt something for him. No, she took advantage of him. Or did she? She never forced him to act on her feelings. He sought her out. And that was the biggest mistake of his life.
He stomped towards the only free chair he found and slammed his tray onto the table causing the diner there to look up. She smiled at him.
“And like usual, I’ve caught you in a bad day.”, she said. A small chuckle left him as he sat. “Im sorry. Just a really bad day.”
“I should know. It seems today is everyone’s bad day.”, she answered.
“You having a bad day?”, he asked as her opened his doughnut.
“Nope. My boss is. That’s why half the editing department is here. We’re steering clear of the wrath of Roselle Pepple.”, she stated anf took a sip of her coffee.
“Hmmn.”, he said. Karma was fast.
“So why are you having a bad day?”, she asked.
“Women issues and let’sleave it at that.”, he said.
“I never pegged you as the sort to have women issues. You seem like the type that creates issues for women.”, she said.
He smiled. He used to be. A big player, going through women like hot knife through butter. But Bibiana changed all that. She made him believe in love. And that was the reason for his current predicament.
“Domt judge a book by its cover”, he said and took a bite out of his doughnut. “Besides, women can be nasty even for women issue creators.”
“Well, you have a point. But men have been in the business much longer.”, she asserted.
“Don’t tell me I landed on a feminist table the one day I want to bitch about women.”, he said laughing.
“Nope, just the table of a woman with men issues.”, she said and groaned.
“That bad?”, he said and took a gulp of his soda.
“I’ve never been more confused. I want him so bad yet I can’t seem to let go of what he did to me. Does that make me a masochist?”, she asked groaning.
“Uhuhn. You can’t have it both ways, dear. You want to hold on to the past because you’re afraid of what you feel for him. You love him so much that you want to find a reason not to. Hence, you holding onto his mistake. Love is a gamble. You’re either in or out. And please as a man who is hurt by a woman’s fickleness, I beg you. Make a choice soon. Don’t leave him hanging.”, he said.
Her eyes met his and she let out a sigh of frustration. Was she ready to trust Dare again? Was she ready to give him the whole of her heart like she did back then? Was she willing to let him go? Was she willing to forget about him? Was she ready to make a choice?

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Tinu sat in the dust sweltering like a lid over boiling water. She clutched the shirt of her uniform as the jagged teeth of hunger ripped at and lacerated her stomach. Regina kicked in protest to the starvation. Her empty stomach throbbed with echoes of her fast heartbeat. She yawned and tears let her eyes.
God, please, some food. Even if it is stale bread. Anything please.
Her baby kicked again but this time more violently. She yelled in pain. She hissed and yelled at the spoilt brat. If she wanted to kick someone, she should kick the foolish director who confined her into this dusty, six by three cell. She looked up at the flickering bulb. She knew she’d be using glasses after the assault of the bulb's going on and off on her eyes. She looked away and hoped for food. She looked at the light coming in from underneath the door. The guard lights were on. This was the third night without food. She’d give anything for the small portion of stone and debris filled beans she usually got. She’d eat it without complaint.
The loud clank of the latch of her cell door being opened made her jump up in alacrity. The speed of her movement caused her eyes to go dark with white light dancing in front of them. Her ears rang loudly and she leaned on the wall for the spell to abate. Her mouth pooled with saliva and her heart danced. Food was here.
The door opened and she saw a guard come in holding a black small nylon. She looked past him to the waiting earnestly for the small stainless steel plate that connoted dinner. Her hopes were abruptly dashed as the guard outside pulled the door shut. She looked at the man’s hand as the aroma of suya filled her nostrils. She swallowed her saliva in a loud gulp and her mouth began to fill up again as though someone left a faucet on. The guard opened the dark nylon and unwrapped the sheet of newspaper used to pack the grilled meat. She sighed and hoped the man had taken pity on her and decided to feed her.
Her eyes trailed the man’s hand as it dipped into the nylon and picked up a large piece of suya and throw it into his mouth. She looked at the man and found his eyes on hers. Did he come to taunt her? To mock her? To show her what she was dying for but could never have? A please came into her throat but she swallowed it with the flood of saliva in her mouth. Did he want her to beg? She watched the man pick up piece after piece of meat and chew them with relish.
She decided to throw her pride outside the window. It hadn’t fed her and it wouldn’t now.
“Please sir.”, she croaked and cleared her throat and begged again. “Please sir. I’m hungry.” She gulped and hoped he would pity her.
“Quid pro quo, dear, quid pro quo.”, the guard replied.
“Sir, if you let me get in touch with my people, they can get you money. You can even receive the alert now now.”, she rambled. Her heart beat in excitement and the possibility of getting dinner.
“The man smiled and crossed the small distance between them. He looked into her eyes and told her squarely, “That wasn’t what I had in mind.” His gaze descended to her heavy breasts and back up to her eyes telling her exactly what he had in mind.
“Never.”, she spat out.
“Are you sure?”, he asked laughing.
“I’d rather die hungry.”, she retorted.
“What about your baby? Is servicing me more important than your baby’s life?”, he asked. “How long will it survive without food?” Her hand protectively went over her belly.
“Food will come.”, she replied.
“Food is here. Only for a small inconsequential token. I offer food in return. Where the others will rape you and take without your consent, I promise to be a gentleman.”, he stated matter-of-factly.
“No.”, she said shaking her head.

I knew this Biyi guy was bad news.

Aunty Wura, this is not fair o. Such a short update.

Loved it nonetheless. I hope Jide doesn't push Yeni into the hands of the chupacabra.

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Rosanna groaned and turned to face Dare. He had that amused look in his eyes. Those eyes. Her gaze descended to the smile on his face. His pink, full lips were spread in a crooked smile. She used to love kissing those pink, pillowy lips. She sighed and bit her lower lip as she remembered what those lips had done to her that night. She shook her head to dispel those raunchy memories.

“Dare, what do you want?”, she groaned.

“Dinner with you.”, he said simply.

“And if we have that dinner with me, you will leave me alone, return to L.A. and forget about me?”, she asked.

“I promise. But I’m not so sure you’d want me to leave after tonight.”, he said and closed the gap between them.

“Don’t bet on it, Alisdare…”

“I miss hearing you say my name like that.”, he said breathily and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Her breath caught at the simple act. His touch caused sparks to fly and a shiver of excitement ran from her crown to her toes and her tripled it’s pumping rate. She looked up to his eyes in amazement. She met his honey brown eyes shimmering with an emotion she had seen in them all those years ago. She saw his eyes look down at her lips. She averted her gaze and nervously ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She heard a rumble emit from him and she looked up to meet his eyes turn the darkest shade of brown she had ever seen them go.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Rosanna.”, he informed her and pressed his lips to hers.



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Dare sauntered in air of achievement into the flower shop. He smiled as he remembered the breathtaking look on her face after he kissed her. She still tasted the way he remembered. She probably still eat orange Jell-O every morning for breakfast and still used the cherry lip-gloss she used all those years ago. He went semi-hard recalling the way she had arched against him and moaned as his tongue danced with hers. She had kissed him back with equal fervor. He smiled and left his reverie. They’d finish what they started in the evening.

He turn towards the desk and smiled at the elderly woman at the desk.

“Goodmorning, welcome to Flora et Al. How can I help you?”

“Morning. I’d like to order some flowers and have them delivered somewhere.”, he answered.

“Natural or artificial?”, she asked as she brought out a pen and notepad.

“Natural.”, he answered.

“We have roses, African violets, orchids, lilies and sunflowers.”, she answered and looked up at him.

“Sunflowers. They are her favorite.”, he said and the woman smiled at her.

“So how many? And do you want to pick out a vase?”, she asked.

“About two dozen. And I’m not sure what kind of vase will impress her.”, he said.

“How about a simple clear cut crystal vase?”, the woman asked and pointed at a sample on the rack behind her

“It seems ok. I want to leave her a message.”, he said.

“No problem.”, the woman said and bent to look for something. After a few minutes, she stood and faced him. “My dear, I’m so sorry. It seems we’verun out of cards here. We have them in the back but my son is the one who knows where they are exactly. Can you write the message in this pad?” We’ll typeset onto the card., the woman pleaded.

“I really want to leave the message in my handwriting.”, Dare said.

“Im sorry. If you’re not in a hurry, I could go to the storeroom to look for the cards.”, the woman said.

Dare looked at his watch and shook his head. “No, I have someplace to be by ten.”

“So will you write it down?”, the woman said smiling pleadingly.

“Oh, alright.”, he said succumbing to the old woman’s plea. The woman smiled and handed him the pad.

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Roselle laughed at Mayowa’s joke as they strolled out of the elevator. She put her arm around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. She was so happy she came to her senses sooner and asked for his forgiveness. She couldn’t imagine her life without him. They halted as someone stopped in front of them. She looked up and saw Ose. He looked from her to Mayowa. She felt Mayowa’shand come around her waist protectively. She could see the green eyed monster in his dark eyes and clenched jaws. She had hurt him.

“Ose..”, she whispered in shame. He shook his head and walked away from them and to the elevator.

“Roselle.”, Mayowa called.

“I feel so ashamed of myself.”, she said.

“Its ok. Let’s have dinner together tonight.”, he suggested.

“Can we just grab some snacks from the café across the street instead. I’ll be busy tonight.” He raised his eyebrow. “What?”, she asked as his arm fell off her waist.

“I thought you were free throughout this week.”, he asked.

“A last minute meeting came up.”, she answered.

“Fine, if you say so.”, he said. She smiled and wound her arms around his neck. “You know, jealousy os a very randy colour on you.”, she breathed into his ear.

“How randy?”, he asked smiling.

“Make me wet kind of randy.”, she breathed smiling.

“Roselle, you are playing with fire.”, he advised and removed her arms from his neck and she laughed.

They approached the security desk with their hands intertwined. Roselle watched Mayowa drop his visitor’s pass and sign out in the register.

“Sorry, good afternoon. I have flowers here for a Miss Rose, FDL publishing house.”, a man said and she turned around.

“That’s her.”, the security guard informed the delivery man.

“Miss Rose?”, he asked. She nodded and turned to smile at Mayowa. He shook his head and she turned to look at the delivery man in confusion. The man handed her a clear cut crystal vase with long stemmed sunflowers and gave her a card to sign.

“im sorry. Who sent this?”, she asked the man as he turned to leave.

The man smiled and said, “Dare sent it with all his love.” The man winked at her and left. Roselle stood there confused and opened the card stuck on a cardholder. 'Rose, I can’t wait for our dinner tonight. And I missed kissing you. Love, Dare.”

“Wow.”, Mayowa said. She turned to face him. “Mayowa, this isn’t mine. I don’t know this guy.”, she explained and dropped the vase on the security's desk.

“Save it. I should have known a leopard never changes his spots. Please, just don’t say anything because I might not be able to control myself.”, he said and walked out of the building.

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Tinu stood before the Director of the Prison watching him answer phone call after phone call. Her legs were aching but the man thought it nice and dandy to keep her on her bloated feet for thirty minutes while he conversed about a secondary school students reunion. Well, she was the prisoner. She couldn’t complain. Finally, he hung up. The man looked at her and shook his head in irritation. He twitched his somewhat handlebar moustache and looked at the file before him and tsked.

“I can’t begin to understand you women. According to your file, you came into this prison roughly two months ago and now because what some stupid notion you have inside your head, you think you can begin to cause trouble. In my prison? Ehn? Did they not tell you? Abi you did not believe them?”

Tinu brows stitched themselves together in confusion. How did she cause trouble? She had been the one on the receiving end of trouble.

“Answer me!”, the man shouted causing Tinu to jump.

“Director, I didn’t do anything.”, she explained.

“So I’m the one lying? Or the bruises on Aliya are the ones lying?”, the man snapped.

Aliya? Which bruises?

“Bring Aliya in here!”, the man barked the order to one of the guards standing behind Tinu.

“Yes, sir”, the man shouted as he stamped his foot in an attention and left the office slamming the door behind him.

Were they mixing her up with some other Tinu? Or did Aliyah lie against her because she slapped her. The door whined as it was swung open. Tinu turned to see a battered Aliya and she clamped her hand against her mouth. Not because of the table tennis balls with slits that were now Aliyah’s eyes or her bloodied mouth that looked like she had two limes in them but because Aliya could go to such lengths to get back at her. She watched Aliya walk into the office as though she had spring onions for legs.

“Aliya, is this the person that beat you?”, the director asked.

Tinu jaw dropped and her eyes widened as Aliya groaned and nodded sluggishly.

“Sir, I swear I didn’t do this to her. I mean, I’m six months pregnant. How could I have possibly beaten her?”, she asked perplexed.

“Be asking me. Take her back to the infirmary. “, the director ordered. Tinu watched in consternation as Aliya limped towards the door with the guard's hand on her arm. “Shebi, you want to prove you have wings. I will clip those wings and show you who is in charge here.

“Sir, I didn’t do anything.”, she said.

“Garba, process her file. As from today on, she will remain in solitary confinement till I say otherwise. She will have that bastard of hers in there. She will rot in there till I say otherwise. No visitors. No nothing. When you get in there, that Mohammed Ali in you that is making you beat up innocent women will disappear. Get her out of my sight.”, the man ordered.

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Seyifunmi whimpered with unshed tears in her eyes as she returned to Dele’s room. She gulped down a sob and picked up her handbag. She sat on the bed and rubbed her forehead and took a deep breath. Tears wouldn’t solve anything. That was her mother’s mantra. She had been so selfish. If only she had heeded to mother’s pleas then it wouldn’t have happened. God, what was she going to do?

She looked up as the en suit door creaked. Dele stepped out of the bathroom in a towel. At any other time, she might have ogled his body. But not today, not when she knew her mother was in the hospital, not when her mother was suffering because of her selfishness. She turned away from the fine specimen of the male species and faced the door.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. She heard the opening of his armoire and the spraying sound and the fragrance of his Axe body spray.

“Um, yeah. Please, I need a ride home. I need to get home immediately.”, she replied still facing the door.

“I thought we were spending the weekend together before I return to Abuja.”, he stated.

“Dele, please.”, was all she muttered and bowed her head. She heard him pad towards her and stop right in front of her.

“Seyifunmi, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”, he asked as he sat on his haunches. She shook her head and he tipped her chin up. She saw his worried eyes dilated in shock. She finally released the sob that was stinging her throat and threw her arms around his neck and wailed. His hands rubbed her back as she cried.

Dele had never seen her cry before. His eyes went wide at her wet eyes and her quivering lips. He wondered what could have made her cry. She was still laughing when he entered the bathroom. What could have changed in the ten minutes he was in there?

“Dele, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken the transfer. She begged me not to but I was so selfish.”, she sobbed into his neck.

“Calm down. Everything is going to be ok.”, he pacified and stroked her hair.

“No, it’s not. You don’t understand.”, she said and broke away from his embrace. She sniffles and wiped her tear sodden cheeks with the sleeve of her blouse. “Dele, my mum had a stroke. No one was at home with her. If not for the neighbor who wanted to check if she wanted to buy ogi then no one would have found her. She begged me not to leave her alone in the house and I told her not to hinder my progress, Dele. Dele, I told her not to hinder my progress. Now, she could have died because of me. How will everything be ok? What do I tell my brothers and sisters? What do I tell Dad? If something happens to her, how can I live with myself when the last thing I ever told her was not to hinder my progress?”

“Calm down. I know it hurts but you need to calm down. We can fix it.”, he said.

She sniffles again and said, “I’ve already thought about that. I’m going to resign. I’ll email my resignation letter to them tomorrow or better yet, I’ll drop a letter at the Ibadan office.”

“Ibadan?”, he said and sat beside her on the bed.
“I’m going back home. I need to be with my mother. She needs me now.”, she explained.

“I think you’re taking things too far. Be rational.”, he said.

“Rational? My mother just had a stroke. Did you not hear me say that?”, she glared up.

“I did but then be practical. Where are you going to get a job if you toss away this one?”, he asked.

“I don’t know and frankly, I don’t care. My mother is more important to me than having to write codes and programs for someone. I have enough savings to live on and besides, I can always work for my dad again.”, she answered.

“I still feel it’s impulsive. You could get a nurse or have one of your siblings take care of her.”, he said and went towards his armoire.

“Why are you talking like this? Half my siblings are abroad. Brother Lekan is based in Port-Harcourt and Brother Lanre basically works offshore. Sister Liza is pregnant and Sister Simi just went back to work after her maternity leave. So which of my siblings are you referring to?”, she explained as she stood to face him.

“Look, I’m just giving an opinion. Do you really want to give up your career for your mother?”, he stated.

“So are you opining that I turn my back on my mother? Like you turned your back on yours?”, she stated in fury.

“Seyifunmi, you are crossing the line.”, he said as he spun to face her.

“No. I’m just stating an opinion. You know what, I shouldn’t have discussed this with you. You can never understand. While you may see your own mother as nothing, I cherish my mother. I made a mistake leaving her and I’m going to make up for it. Don’t worry about the ride. I’ll call a cab.”, she said and stormed out the room.

Hi guys.



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I can't believe this. Over a hundred thousand views. I'm blushing and crying. Thanks guys. You're the bomb.


I really wish I could give you the update I planned. Honestly, I don't know who sent me message. I started using Google Docs yesterday and now I can't retrieve my document and I can't copy the file.


I'm sorry for being a sorry excuse for an OP. By tomorrow hopefully I'd update.


Love you guys.

Chikabel:
I stumbled on this story at midnight and I have got my eyes glued to my phone till the very end.
Kudos Millieademi...you are a great author! More grace!
Keenly following...you got a fan in me!

Thank you love.

Bridgovoks:
I started reading this story yesterday, it's a page Turner, a masterpiece
Kudos to you

Thank you boo

bigbauer:
Wish I can say I understand your plight, guess I do. Anyway, here goes: As an average Nairalander, we see a story we like we follow, and when we follow, all what we want is regular consistent updates.

Trust me, we're not concerned with or about your personal drama and situations. You don't like it that way, don't write interesting stories.
And as for the power issue, MTN has a solution, or you try other channels.

Summary is, this story is making sense, I want regular updates.

Well done

I just had an epiphany reading this.

tobbyoladejo:
Hi Millie (since I don't know your beautiful name). Thanks for this beautiful story. I know it can be really challenging trying to make the story as real as possible by doing as much research as you can. I just want you to know there are people who really appreciate the lengths you go. Please don't be angry with yourself at all.
I know inspiration doesn't come at all times, so take your time and live life as you write. �

Thanks love. Millie is short for Milagros- my name in Spanish

RealityShot:
**Editor mode**...

when do we expect the next errrrrm...

Soon baby. Soon

Guyyyyyyyyy, maaaaddddddddd ooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

Like wow!

I haven't finished reading but I'm impressed with the concept. I read the initial Perfidy. Can't wait to see how this turns out. And the map for the world building? Great . Did you use an app or website? If yes, please let me know its name.


Please I need world building tips for this fantasy idea dancing in my head. Please kindly help a sister

As per my retort to someone's comment.

Writing these prison scenes is really arduous. I am trying real hard to picture what a Nigerian prison looks like. Who knows next year I might sign up for my faculty's HR trip to Nigerian prisons and maybe suggest a trip to a female prison.

If we want I can just fast forward to the part where things pick up again.

I'm angry with myself already. Please don't put me down more.

Thank you.

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The man paced the length of the room, moving from edge to edge like a pendulum. His wife redialed the number and waited for the person on the other end to pick the call.

“Hello?”, the caller said.

“Aminu, it’s me, Chief Oduah.”, Mr. Jason said grinding his pacing to a halt.

“Ah, Chief good afternoon.”, he replied.

“Aminu, what is good about the afternoon? I ask you. I thought we had an agreement.”, the older man barked.

“Chief, calm down…”, the man pacified.

“Calm down? Aminu, it’s the lives of my grandchildren and you’re telling me to calm down? I thought I explained everything to you. You promised me that Justice Musa would preside over the custody case. How on God’s green earth did Justice Mustapha get the case file?”

“Chief…”

“Don’t 'Chief' me. You know how to begged me to use my influence with the NUJ to get you appointed as Chief Registrar. Now, I ask you for a small favor pertaining to my grandchildren, you cannot perform. Aminu, my grandchildren are in peril because of your incompetence. If anything happens to them, you can forget about working in a Sharia Court.”, Mr. Oduah promised.

“Chief, don’t threaten me o. Do not threaten me. I …” Mr Oduah grabbed the phone from the table and hung up. He looked at his worried wife and continued pacing.

“Jason, what do we do? The children are not safe with Tinu’s friend. If they were able to get pictures of them in school then they can hurt them.”, his wife whined. “I thought at least that Dele guy would get custody. But… Jason what do we do?”

“Bridget, I am thinking here. I…” His phone vibrated with a text. His wife picked it up and read it before handing the phone over to him. “Who is in coma?”

The man read the message and smiled, “The new stupid, driver we hired hit someone. The guy fell into a coma. Thank God he’s awake now.”

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Tinu trailed Ireti's hands closely as they worked to weave a table mat. Tinu looked at her attempt and didn’t know where to begin from. She groaned and Ireti laughed.

“It takes practice. Loose it and when I’m done I’ll help you start.”, Ireti said. Tinu smiled and loosed the mat. She watched the other women weave their wares with dexterity. She turned to the other table and saw other women knitting and crocheting with skill as they gossiped. She sighed and grabbed a newspaper from the centre of the table and opened it. She flipped through the pages and found nothing new. She dropped it back and decided to stretch her legs a bit.
She stood and told Ireti she was going to stretch their legs a bit. Ireti nodded at her and she left the room. She walked out of the building and onto the field. She stretched a bit and rubbed her belly and her baby kicked. She smiled at the girl's reaction. It was Thursday and the air stank of carbon. The incinerator was at work. She sighed in irritation and turned to leave. She bumped into a guard.

“Officer”, she greeted.

“You have a visitor.”, the man informed with his eyes on her chest.

“Thank you.”, she said ignoring his lecherous stare. She had gotten used to it. Stares from the guards were familiar to her. It disgusted her but there was nothing she could do about it. She cleared her throat to snap him out of whatever filthy thoughts he was entertaining.

He led the way to the visiting area. She smiled when she saw her visitor.

“Monique.”, she said and hugged the young girl.

“Sis. Tinu. How are you? How is the baby?”, the girl gushed. “Im so sorry I couldn’t come to visit you earlier. I just got back from school last week and mum and dad would not let me leave the house.”

“I understand.”, Tinu said and they sat.

“Sis. Tinu, I don’t believe you killed him. I know you’re innocent.”, Monique stated.

“Thanks for believing my innocence. It means a lot to me. How was school? Wait a minute, do your parents know you’re here?”, Tinu said.

“School was fine. No, my parents do not know I’m here. I told them I was going to the mall…”
“Monique…”

“I didn’t lie. I did go to the mall. I asked the driver to drop me off there and I took a taxi here.”, the girl explained.

“Your mum will kill you if she learns you took public transport. And if she finds out she came to visit me?

“Well, if she kills me she’d come and keep you company here”, Monique said laughing. Tinu raised her eyebrow. “Sorry. It sounded funnier in my head. Anyway, I just wanted to see you and inquire after your well-being and that of my niece.”

“Were as good as prison let’s us be. The doctor here is nice. He’s a priest and… What on Earth are you doing here?”, Tinu exclaimed and stood. Monique turned immediately and saw a man standing in the doorway.

“How are you doing, Tinu?”, Dele asked.

bigbauer:
November 2049, and the story will be completed by March 3049. I wish you eternity

Ok. I don't know if this is a crass joke or it's meant to be offensive. Sarcasm and jokes are usually lost on me. I will keep calm as per civility.

Dude, I am holiday. I am not in school anymore where there is practically uninterrupted power supply. We've not had light here for going to a week. And I charge my phone at night to use for my research work. Besides, I have things at home I am doing that take up my time. And sometimes there is no inspiration. What exactly do you want me to do?


Last week, I said I was feeling under the weather and not so strong. So please be considerate..

I sincerely apologise if I misunderstood your comment. Like I said earlier, sarcasm is usually lost on me.

Ochyglowsglows:
Can't believe I've been sleeping on this. I've not been checking for updates in a while. And I skipped 3 updates. Like 3 whole updates. What a wawu. Millieademi. God bless you. Kudos. Are you based in Lagos? And when's your birthday? You deserve something from me. I'm a ardent follower too. I only don't have the strength tto type on NL all the time. I could call after each update to say how much I enjoyed it though.

Awwn. Thanks dearie.

I'm based in Lagos kinda. I live on the border of Lagos and Ogun. I school in Lagos so yeah, I'm based in Lagos.

My birthday was in August.

I would appreciate your feedback love.

ThePreachersSon:
Millieademi well done. I mean it. Writing is easy, but telling a story ain't. I love the way you weave the plots around, can't wait for the next update.


I think Ann2012 has been your biggest follower so far.

Oremiyii too

Awwwn. Thanks love.


I know right.


Shout out to Ann2012 and Oremeyii. You guys rock!!

Thank you everyone for your love and support. You're all amazeballs!

Wait and see

pcicero:
Just seeing this...
You can glean as much as you want from Fisayo Soyombo's expose on the criminal justice system in Nigeria.
He detailed his experience in an undercover report published recently. It's an eye opener.

The spin-off is not a bad idea.

Nice job

Hi pcicero. Thanks. Do you have an idea of where I can get the material? It might be helpful not only for the work but also for my criminology classes. Please let me know.

Thanks again love.


I hope I can do I nice job on the novella as well.