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Morning guys! looking for something intresting to read? start invaded today 1 September 14th 2008 As Bridget removed her wedding ring and placed it on the dressing table; she cleaned the tears that were about to fall from her eyes. No matter the circumstance she wasn’t going to appear weak in front of her husband. She knew Odiong’s stock in trade was to prey on the weak; she had seen him with his employees. She heard the bathroom door open and observed her husband walk in with his silk towel round his waist ‘I thought you would be asleep by now’ Odiong said walking up to his wife and putting his arms on her shoulder ‘And I thought you would have moved to the guestroom by now but once again Odiong we disappoint each other’ she said with a stainless smile and walked away. Odiong sighed and raised his eyebrow up. not this night he wasn’t ready to pick up an argument with his wife. But Bridget seemed offended by her husband’s nonchalant attitude ‘Any woman Odiong’ she started, raising her voice. ‘You could have had any woman any; Mary, veronica, Monica, Alex name it in the whole of Lagos but it just had to be Layomi didn’t it? Hmmm….it just had to be my best friend” ‘Bridget please……..not tonight’ Odiong sighed. ‘You know how Antonia gets when we fight and she’s just a wall away from us’ ‘Two years you religiously cheated on me with her. Two unending years. Do you even possess a conscience?’ she continued ignoring his comments ‘It wasn’t planned Bridget it just happened’ Odiong said rushing to her. Bridget let out a loud mocking laugh and sat down at the side of the bed ‘So…that’s your excuse; it just happened? You just happened to have an affair with my closest friend Odiong!’ she yelled ‘That’s your excuse!” ‘I’m sorry’ Odiong whispered rushing to her and shushing her ‘I’m really sorry Bridget’ ‘No…the only thing you are sorry about is the fact that you were caught if not you were ready to go on for as long as it can take and heaven knows how long that is’ she said raising her hands to allow a respectful distance. Odiong stepped back putting his hand on his forehead in confusion and pacing left and right. Bridget finally calmed down and laid down on the bed backing Odiong ‘I know Bridget’ she heard him say softly his breath behind her neck ‘I am wrong with everything and I blame it on my gullible nature to want more than I have’ Bridget scoffed ‘ You are an amazing wife and you don’t deserve this or any bad treatment’ he paused and sighed unsure of what to say next. ‘Just tell me what you want me to do?’ she turned to him and looked at him sharply ‘You can start by picking up your PJ and getting the hell out of this room so I can sleep. I don’t want your adulterous body beside mine’ she said sternly and turned back. Odiong stood up and let out a sad smile ‘Okay… I’ll stay in the guestroom this night’ he submitted. Hearing that, I carefully shut the door and crept back to my room. Once I was safely in it I bolted the door behind me and headed for my bed. Three nights in a row; would my parents ever get tired of this? I cleaned away the tears that were building up. I felt like that was the beginning of my sadness and truly it was but it wasn’t based on the failure of my parents; it was based on my own failures as a young adult with a brain and a choice or should I say on a simple misfortune that landed on my shoulders. As I write this book today; September 23rd 2013; I am reminded of how all this started that night five years nine days ago when I laid down on my bed and brought out my Sony Erisson. I’m sure you are wondering; what started? What misfortune? Rushing into conclusion won’t tell you the whole story; it has to be written detail by detail. I am Antonia Soni and this is my story. I picked up my Sony Erisson from my bed and dialed Muna’s number. Muna was my best friend at that moment. She was the only one that brought a little excitement and adventure to my life which was what I needed at that moment ‘What’s up’ she said I smiled recognizing her tiny girly voice ‘Mom and dad are at it again’ I sighed putting my hand on my forehead. Muna sighed equally ‘Sorry sis’ she said ‘three nights in a row now; that must be some kind of record’ ‘Yeah in the Soni history. This is getting serious and I’m getting scared. Irene is coming back in the next one week she can’t meet mom and dad like this. That girl is just thirteen’ ‘And you’re just sixteen’ Muna interrupted ‘I hate to break it to you Soni but your long holiday sucks. My parents haven’t been in for at least a week now and my bro is over at his friends place. I suggested you come sleep over and maybe we could go to Slim’s house party this evening but you insisted on staying with your mom. How’s that working for you now?’ Muna was right; I was wallowing in sadness while I could have been at a house party. ‘Come on Antonia it’s not too late to scale your window. The party is just hitting up’ she begged. I sighed ‘I can’t. I can’t just leave the house’ ‘Folarin will be there’ she sang. I blushed and looked down shyly ‘How are you so sure?’ ‘Because……….. I spoke to him yesterday’ she sounded sincere enough ‘you deserve to have fun Tonia. You worked the whole semester and brought home a spectacular result. I mean that thing’s good enough to be framed’ I laughed out ‘and how do Mr. and Mrs. Soni repay you? Well I’m not talking again. Text me when you are in front of my house if you come. The estate is safe enough for you to leg it; it’s just eight’ ‘Okay…. Okay I’m coming’ I said trying to convince myself ‘Good…..see ya’ and with that she ended the call. I sat up from my laid down position and looked towards my scattered wardrobe. My blue flare gown looked back at me. That looked good enough for a party at this time. My heart pounded at the thought. I was just sixteen while Fola and Slim were both nineteen. My mind told me it was wrong for me to go out and I was beginning to agree with it but then I heard my parents’ door slam ‘Is that what you want Bridget? Huh! Good lord you’re crying. I am no saint I’m trying to make everything better and you keep treating me like a virus’ ‘Oh shut up Odiong!’ my mom interrupted rudely. I don’t give a rat ass how I treat you; you earned it’ she yelled back There was no thinking about it; that was it. I walked up to my wardrobe and picked up my blue gown along with my flats. I couldn’t stay in the hellhole my parents had turned my house into. Picking up my schoolbag, I placed my things inside and headed for the window. To me I was stepping out of the fire my parent’s created. But at times wisdom teaches you to stay in the fire whose degree of hotness you are aware of but I wasn’t wise enough; I was just a kid who wanted an easy way out ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ As I dialed Muna’s number my heart beating faster and faster by every minute. I looked round for any familiar face. I didn’t want to be caught by anybody. Everyone knew my parents and how they were strict with my movements and seeing me out by this time would be odd ‘Yes’ she said ‘I’m outside your house; hurry!’ I rushed out and ended the call. I paced left and right several times then finally sat down on the pavement. The gate opened after a few minutes and Muna walked up to me with a warm smile ‘Halleluiah; she didn’t die’ she joked pecking me playfully. I giggled and pushed her away jokingly ‘Yeah yeah whatever. Lets just get inside’ I said working ahead and leaving her behind ‘What cloth did you bring’ I brought out the gown from my bag and tossed it to her ‘if there is anything I successfully taught you; it’s how to choose the right cloth for the right occasion’ I rolled my eyes and unlocked her front door ‘You didn’t teach me that’ I said entering the house and sitting down on the sofa at the visitor’s sitting room ‘I was talking to Queen yesterday and guess what’ ‘what’ ‘She’s in Lag and she is coming over!’ Muna squealed. I rolled my eyes ‘What….. I thought you loved Queen’ ‘We had a little fight on the last day at school. Something about me being nosy about her and Chidi’s relationship’ ‘Wow…. How come I didn’t know about that’ ‘It was a really embarrassing fight. Chidi dumped her because of it.’ Muna’s eyebrows shut up ‘What was it about?’ she rushed out anxiously sitting beside me. ‘I promised to keep it between us. something’s are censored to your ears Muna’ ‘Why?’ ‘Cause you can’t keep a secret’ she sighed and shut me a surprising look ‘That is not true. Whatever I am going to get dressed. Slim and Fola are on their way as I speak.’ She said standing up ‘I’ll go get you a shoe horn so you can squeeze those boobs into your dress.’ She joked from a distance. I laughed out ‘That’s crazy talk Muna’ I shouted. I started removing my shorts ready to wear my gown. Something still felt wrong as if something was going to happen. But I reminded myself that it was just my silly conscience and nothing was wrong. This was better than listening to Mr and Mrs. Soni argue endlessly. Whatever it was something killed the little voice of conscience that kept singing to me. It just clocked nine and I had no idea what the rest of the night held for me or Muna........................ ...................TO BE CONTINUED |
Good morning guys, this is a clip from my blog. don't forget to visit www.classicandreal..com after reading Has money always been a determining factor in relationships or it just started in this century; Ladies has it? Yeah most ladies wouldn’t date broke guys, I get it; why date a guy with a few peanuts when there are guys that groom the trees and park the peanuts in sacks and sacks right? Lets go back to the medieval age shall me; lets go to the 1500s. Ladies, the first daughters to be precise, from poor backgrounds in France will marry rich merchants and royals; the likes of knights and the King’s right hands who can settle their sisters’ dowries so there sisters will be able to get married to wealthy men as well because the tradition was so that men didn’t pay the dowries those days, ladies did. So yeah! It goes back to that age; people then and now will marry a man because of his money and leave love out of it. Remove sentiments from life right? People who have it all are the ones with no emotions right? Let me ask you a question young ladies; if you have been in a relationship with this guy for let’s say…..two years and then this multibillionaire comes up to, you know 62 years old politician, stinking rich, local breed, frail looking but can spend like money has no value. Just imagine such a man comes and asks for your hand in marriage who would you go for; will you stay with your broke boyfriend or you’ll marry the old cargo. Let’s be realistic here, some guys will even advise their girlfriend to go ahead, he’s almost dead after all. But is it supposed to be that way, is money supposed to be a determinant. What happens if the money goes then what; what happens next. You think money can buy you happiness? Marry a rich bully who’ll hit you by any slight chance, you’ll use all your money in the hospital and buying glasses to cover your black and blue eyes. I was watching this movie and a guy; an athlete to be precise hit his girl badly because she drank his juice. Really yeah! She just drank his juice. From my point of view, if I had ten things I like in a guy, riches and wealth will be part of it but it wouldn’t be the reason I’ll stay. What happens if he has it all but is the stingiest man on planet earth? Yeah I’ll rather go for a supportive guy who wouldn’t feel he’s doing me a favor because he reduces my baggage a little. Yeah! I will look at his pocket quite alright because I don’t want a guy who is can’t support me and rather be a burden to me; I want to be making the money in excess and I want the same with him as well. I don’t want fights, low self esteem, inferiority complex, bullying and him cheating on these girls that wear cheap perfume, I want us both to be able to get anything for each other even though we know we can get it for ourselves, I want us both to draw out our credit cards when it’s time to pay the bills, I want us both to be able to split the bills amongst ourselves; I don’t want any gender roles, some man thinking he owns me just because he gives me peanuts and pays the bills or he can treat me like crap, tell me no and disappoint me as he wishes just because he thinks I need him. No, I don’t want that, I want to be his partner, his equal. You see that’s the problem out there, how much is a guy’s worth and how much does he spend on you now you go following him like a little puppy just because you think you can’t get all the beautiful things without him. There is nothing wrong with a guy who can spend on his girl, no problem but if you feel that’s the only reason you are in a relationship; ‘Oh Deji slapped me yesterday and yelled at me in front of his friends today but I’ll stay because there’s this Brazilian hair I saw on display and I need to do my hair so, I’ll just take all his bull and endure’ that’s a wrong way to live sweetheart. You have more potential that what he gives you; you can probably make more if you try. Yes, every guy carries the role of d breadwinner, no doubt. God entrusted it to them. But inasmuch as I as his wife am his responsibility, I want him to have it at the back of his mind that on my own, I’m good financially. So let me ask you ladies, don’t you want that? Don’t you want your own things? Do you wanna be some guy’s puppy that he whistles to when he wants to play or you wanna be a tigress? You see, a tigress decides when she wants to mate or not. If he doesn’t wanna, she’s going to lie on the trunk of a tree and if the tiger wants to mate, he can’t without her consent because the tiger doesn’t own her, she owns her. So baby why are you a puppy? Most of us were given the same opportunities that guys were given; we all went to primary, secondary and universities like they were. We all have talents like they do; gifts and abilities. God didn’t make us dull as them smart, he created us equally in his image and likeness. Yeah we are the softer sex but if we wanna go hardcore we can go hardcore; our hearts can take it, our hearts can take anything. So let’s live without our hands folded like the French girls, waiting for a rich merchant to come change our lives, if he comes; good. If he spends; fine! But please money shouldn’t be a reason you stay, choose something else. |
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