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 Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 5:36pm On Dec 27, 2015 |
Long Distance Relationship…Episode 4 “Na so e dey start,” she muttered to herself. “From ‘Hello’ to ‘I no do again.’ That’s how the story ends.” She promptly emptied the dustbin and was about to enter the house when she heard a man’s voice yelling “Hello.” It was the same guy. He had decided to vocalize his greeting this time, but Tobi’s reaction was the same. She simply ignored him and went inside. “I came to Asaba to look for a job, not to make friends,” she reasoned as she retreated indoors. Later that afternoon, one of Chief’s friends came to visit. His name was Professor Jonathan, and he taught Physics at University of Nigeria, Nsukka. Professor Jonathan was a smartly-dressed middle-aged man. Although he was dressed in traditional attire, it was easy to see how he would look in English wear. He had an air of unshakeable confidence around him, like a man who had wrestled with deep questions, and had perceived the answers by trial and error. He was in Asaba for a friend’s 60th birthday, and decided to greet Chief Fashola while he was in town. Chief was known as a very hospitable man and as was his custom, offered his friend something to drink. “Any soft drink will do,” Professor Jonathan said. Auntie Priscillia searched the house and discovered that there were no soft drinks on hand. Tobi offered to go and buy some cold drinks from a nearby shop. “But my dear, you don’t know your way around this neighborhood. Let Godwin go and buy them.” “Auntie, please let me go with Godwin. I might as well use this opportunity to learn my way around town.” Auntie Priscillia agreed and Tobi hopped into the car with Godwin. He took her to a one-storey mini-supermarket about five minutes away from the house. He parked outside, and waited for Tobi to return. “Madam, please I need to buy a crate of Coke and Fanta. Mixed. Do you have any cold drinks?” “Yes. How many you want?” the woman asked. “Twelve bottles of Coke, eight bottles of Fanta, and four bottles of Schweppes, if you have any.” “We no get Schweppes, but we get Mirinda,” the woman said, sounding apologetic. “Shuooo! How I go take buy Fanta plus Mirinda? No be the same thing dem be?” Tobi queried trying to form an igbo accent like say she sabi “No, they are not,” a male voice answered. “Fanta is made by The Coca- Cola Company, while Mirinda is made by Pepsi Co., the same company which makes Pepsi.” “Who cares? They are both orange drinks,” Tobi answered without even turning around to face the interrupter. “Come o, who be dis ITK (I TOO KNOW) sef?” she asked, her face wearing a frown. With the question still hanging in the air, she turned around and came face to face with the human encyclopedia. She recognized him immediately. It was the man she had ignored that same morning, while taking out the trash. When she saw him that morning, she only caught a slight glimpse of his face. But now that he stood within touching distance, she carefully assessed him from head to toe. Tobi was about 5′ 7”. This man appeared to be at least 2 inches taller than her. He had what Tobi later admitted was an adorable little afro, the kind that just makes you want to reach out and pat it, just to feel the softness of the hair. He had a gentle face with a bold nose that did not seem like it belonged in that face. She paused at his ears. Both ears were pierced, revealing little holes where ear-rings had once been. He looked like he was badly in need of a shave, but all that facial hair did not hide the Adam’s apple, which kept bobbing up and down whenever he swallowed or spoke. He had the build of a man who was not afraid of hard work, and could handle physical labor without whining. He was dressed casually in t-shirt and jeans, and his hands, very hairy hands, were stuck in the side pockets of his jeans. He wore blue loafers, and as Tobi’s eyes trailed all the way down from his head to his toes, and then back to his face, his lips parted in a smile, revealing gapped teeth. It was when he smiled that she saw them for the very first time: little round dimples in his cheeks, the kind that made one say a special prayer of thanksgiving to God for blessing men with dimples. They made all the difference in the world. “You’re checking me out, ehn? But this morning you didn’t even answer my greeting,” the stranger teased. Tobi did not answer. She was still enjoying the way his face came alive when he smiled. Those dimples … Hmm … Correct! “I’m Dimeji, by the way. Oladimeji Richard Bakare. Call me Richard.” Nene still did not answer. “Why does he have to introduce himself with all his names? Weirdo,” she thought. Dimeji kept talking. “Ahn ahn … Are you going to ignore me even now, when I am standing right in front of you?” he asked. A frown had twisted his brow into odd waves of skin, and the dimples made a very limited appearance as if they were shy. Tobi snapped out of her fantasy. “Oh sorry … What did you say again?” “I’m Dimeji Bakare. You can call me Richard. And you are?” “Tobi. Tobi,” she said repeatedly, smiling at of herself. “Auntie, na which mineral you want make I give you?” the woman asked. She was tired of watching this drama and just wanted to get paid. “The Mirinda is fine, Madam. Twelve bottles of Coke, eight bottles of Fanta, and four bottles of Mirinda,” Tobi replied, turning back to face the woman. “Madam, please add two cartons of Chivita, the pineapple one. I will pay for everything,” Dimeji offered. Tobi tried to convince him otherwise, but he was just persistent. “Consider it a gift, from a neighbor,” he said, as he paid for everything Tobi had purchased, including the crate of drinks. As she thanked him, he said it was his pleasure, and was about to ask her some more questions when his phone rang. He answered it and immediately burst into fluent Hausa. Tobi was shocked. The phone call lasted for just a minute, and Tobi immediately asked about his speaking Hausa. “I grew up in Kaduna. I moved to Lagos when I was about to start secondary school. Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to delay you. Your visitor will be waiting for the drinks.” “How did you know they were meant for a visitor?” Tobi asked puzzled. “I saw him entering your house as I was driving past.” “Your eyes are sharp o.” “Not as sharp as they need to be,” Dimeji replied. That last sentence further confused Tobi, and as she returned home, she wondered what he meant. She left him and returned to the car where Godwin was waiting for her. They both returned to the house. Tobi told Auntie Priscillia that a neighbor had paid for the drinks, and she was very pleased. Tobi went with a tray of drinks to serve the visitor. She knew he would only drink one bottle, but it was for the sake of variety that she presented him with three different bottles. After greeting him, he pointed to the bottle of Mirinda. She was just grabbing the bottle opener when her uncle addressed her: “Tobi, Prof and I have been talking. The friend he came to visit is the General Manager at one of the local banks. He might be able to get you a job there.” “Oh, really? Oh, that would be very nice, sir,” Tobi said in response to her uncle. Then, turning to Prof, she said almost knelt down while the words, “Thank you, sir,” escaped from her lips. Prof smiled his acknowledgment. “What course did you study in school?” Prof asked. “Business Administration, sir,” Tobi replied. “Come on, Prof. You know that even if she read Agric. Science, she can still get a job at a bank,” Chief teased. Both men laughed and the conversation switched to politics. Tobi took that as her prompt to slip away from their midst. After Prof left, Chief told her to send her CV to him by e-mail, which she did promptly. He would forward it to his contacts, including the very prospective one they had already discussed. That night, Tobi went to bed full of hope. – to be continued –Please stay tune! |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 5:35pm On Dec 27, 2015 |
Episode 4.....www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-long-distance-relationship-episode-4/ I hope people get to read this story, please try and understand me pals...Don't really like dropping links for people to follow. Would have prefer sending all the episodes here for all to read..Can't explain what's wrong Anyone have an idea, please reply back! Thanks for reading through pals. |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 5:32pm On Dec 27, 2015 |
aprilwise:Thanks @aprilwise...Seems this idea will work out! |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 5:31pm On Dec 27, 2015 |
For Episode 3...Check this link www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-long-distance-relationship-episode-3/ |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 5:16pm On Dec 27, 2015 |
Pals sincerely i can't explain what's happening....I'm receiving the message "An Error occurred please try again later" once am about posting the new episode Please pals, what could be wrong? Or should i just leave the link to each episodes? |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 4:58pm On Dec 27, 2015 |
Thanks so much @everyone Now let's continue with the story! |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 9:07pm On Dec 26, 2015 |
virtuedagirl:Thanks @Virtue |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 1:33pm On Dec 26, 2015 |
Long Distance Relationship…Episode 2 It was her father who called….“Look Tobi, it is taking too long to get a job here in Lagos. Your mother and I have discussed this. Go to Asaba and stay with your uncle, Fashola. He has connections there and might be able to get you a job. At least, you won’t be among strangers. I know you don’t want to leave Lagos because of your friends, but you can–“ “Papa, I’ll go to Asaba. When can I leave?” “Ah, I’m surprised o. I thought you didn’t want to leave Lagos.” “There is nothing left for me in Lagos, Papa. I’m ready to leave.” “Okay then, you can go tomorrow.” That was how Tobi left for Asaba on the day Folake was having her bridal shower. Tobi’s uncle, Chief Fashola, was a kind-hearted person, with a face that matched his heart. He believed that life was to be enjoyed in the company of others. So, he surrounded himself with people, and was well-connected and well-known in Asaba. He had worked at the Delta State Ministry of Works and Housing for almost ten years, rising through the ranks. But his ambition outgrew the civil service, and he left to devote himself full-time to the business he had been partially devoted to: importing and exporting Italian furniture. His wife, Priscillia, was a former beauty queen, having won the Miss Delta State title at one time. Although the title was in the past, that youthful beauty was barely touched by time, and she looked just as radiant as she did back then. Her uncle had told Tobi’s father that Auntie Priscillia would meet Tobi at the motor park. So, Tobi had taken an early bus, leaving Lagos at around 7 am, and arrived in Asaba just a few minutes shy of 3 p.m. The journey had taken almost 8 hours. As soon as the bus arrived in Asaba and after Tobi had secured the single travelling bag she brought with her, she went in search of a light snack. There was a woman selling Plantain Chips close to where the luxury buses were parked. Tobi approached her and asked how much she sold her Plantain Chips in a rude manner. The woman looked at her like she had just uttered a curse word, and Tobi quickly corrected herself. “Madam, well done ma! How much is your Plantain Chips?” That did the trick. She paid 50 naira and sat on a bench beside the plantain chips seller, munching away. She had just put another slice of chips in her mouth when a newspaper vendor walked past her carrying some bunch of newspaper. Maybe it was the bright red t-shirt the vendor was carrying or just the need to fix her gaze on something other than the typical motor park regulars. Whatever it was, Tobi caught sight of the newspaper headlines, which read: ABA RAPIST BELIEVED TO BE IN ASABA “You must be kidding me,” Tobi thought to herself. “Of all the times for a rapist to be in town, it had to be when I was visiting.” Turning to the woman who sold the chips to her, she proceeded to pump her for more information. The woman did not seem in the least bit interested in chatting about criminals, and made her reluctance obvious. Tobi gave up after two failed attempts, and decided that she would buy a copy of the paper herself. No sooner had she decided on this, than she heard a familiar voice shouting her name: “Tobi! Tobi!” It was Auntie Priscillia who had spotted her and was briskly making her way to Tobi. At this point, she knew her short stay at the motor park was over. She gathered her belongings, got up and was about to leave. Suddenly, seized with an unexplainable boldness, she turned to the chips seller, said in a low tone: “The chip no sweet sef! Mtcheww!” Without turning back to watch the woman’s reaction, she quickly ran towards her Auntie. Something about this city was excite. Auntie Priscillia was the first person to meet Tobi at the motor park when she arrived in Asaba. After exchanging pleasantries and greeting her warmly, they entered the green Toyota Land cruiser that had conveyed Auntie Priscillia to the motor park, and left to go home. Auntie was chatting excitedly, telling Tobi about the many pranks of her two youngest daughters, who were still in secondary school, and lived at home. “Can you imagine? We caught Mary jumping the fence, the other day! Your cousin, Mary now sneaks off to parties at night. Her sister, Chikodi … Ahn ahn! Tobi, why are you crying?” Auntie Priscillia asked in alarm. “It’s nothing, Auntie,” Tobi lied. Just mentioning the word ‘party’ triggered off a boat-load of memories of the ones she and Mayowa attended together. They were almost inseparable. And now … “Come on, Tobi. It’s me now. You know you can tell me anything,” Auntie Priscillia cooled. Tobi was not sure about that. If her cousins felt like they could not approach their mother to ask for permission to go to a party, then what on earth made the same woman approachable on the issue of relationships? Tobi dried her tears and kept quiet. “You don’t want to tell me, abi? Or are you shy because of Godwin? He’s just the driver. What can he do? Shebi it’s between you and me?” Auntie Priscillia continued. Tobi knew her aunt very well. She would not drop the matter, but would persist till she got the answers she wanted. So, she finally gave in. “Mayowa broke up with me. He left me for Folake. She was my best friend, and … and … they’re getting married!” Tobi broke down crying again. Her aunt pulled her close and comforted her. “It’s okay, my dear,” Auntie said. “It might seem like it’s the end of the world, but it isn’t. If he left you for another person, he wasn’t really yours in the first place.” Tobi kept crying, and Auntie continued her counseling. “But he left you for your best friend? That is wickedness. In fact, both of them are wicked. Oya stop crying now, stop crying. Another man will come–“ “No, Auntie. I don’t want another man. I want Mayowa!” Tobi moaned, in between her tears. This was the first time she had allowed herself to grieve openly since Mayowa left her. She had put up a front for so long. But now, it felt good to just let it all out and cry. Tobi cried for a few more minutes, during which time Auntie Priscillia promised her that things would work out for her good. Maybe coming to Asaba was a setup for a new chapter in her life, Auntie reasoned. By the time they reached the house, Tobi had started to believe her. – to be continued – Please stay tune! Source: www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-long-distance-relationship-episode-2/ |
| Literature › Re: Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 7:47pm On Dec 25, 2015 |
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| Literature › Long Distance Relationship....episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 7:43pm On Dec 25, 2015 |
Story Source: www.bussydave.com.ng Long Distance Relationship………. Episode 1 It is one thing to be cheated and know it, but it is another thing to be cheated and not know it. Tobi had been cheated of a husband and his name was Mayowa. It did not matter that they were just dating when they parted ways. She knew they were headed for the altar. Tobi and Mayowa had known each other for five years, with four of those years spent together in the same university, before Folake came into the picture. Tobi still could not believe that Folake, her best friend, was the reason she and Mayowa were no longer together. Folake the go-between, who Tobi had sent as an emissary to Paul in Abuja to give him letters, had stolen her man from her. If Tobi was going to be honest, she would acknowledge that things between her and Mayowa had been rocky for months before Folake came fully into the picture. Tobi’s friendship with Folake dated all the way back to their university days, even though they went to different schools: Tobi went to the University of Lagos (UNILAG), while Folake attended Olabisi Onabanjo University in Ogun State (OOU). Folake had met Mayowa on different occasions and was informed to all the details that best friends typically share with each other. After graduation, Mayowa had moved to Ogun State for his youth service, while Tobi stayed in Lagos. Folake also served in Lagos. However, it was after their youth service that the strain on their relationship became obvious. Almost immediately after completing his youth service, Mayowa had gotten a job working as an Auditor at FBN Insurance in Abuja. If the National Youth Service had made their long-distance relationship seem like a temporary thing, this new job in Abuja made it indefinite. Tobi did all she could to find a job in Abuja, all to no avail. Even the job applications she sent to companies and organizations in Lagos and other parts of the country were rejected. It seemed like the whole universe had conspired to keep them apart, but Tobi was determined to make things work with Mayowa. She pressed on in spite of Mayowa’s non-challant attitude to the situation at hand. He called less often and blamed it on work, and Tobi, willing to believe anything took him at his word. During that period, Folake was offered a job with a marketing firm in Abuja, which required frequent travel from Lagos to Abuja. So, she was in Lagos every other week. Tobi, who saw this as an opportunity to communicate with her passive boyfriend, began writing love letters to Mayowa. She wrote almost every day, pouring out her heart to Mayowa, updating him on what was going on at home and telling him how much she missed him. How she was able to do this on several sheets of paper every single day, without boring herself was amazing. But with all the free time she had on her hands, coupled with the fact that she expressed herself better on paper, it was effortless. So Tobi wrote, and Folake delivered these handwritten epistles to Mayowa whenever she was in Abuja. Sometimes Mayowa wrote back, and other times, he was ‘too busy’ to reply. But, he always managed to tell Folake to say hello to Tobi. It was around this time that Folake told Tobi that she was seeing a guy called Jide. And that was all she told Tobi. No amount of persuading and begging for more details could make Folake part with more information on this mystery man. “This guy sha … I will meet him one day.” That was what Tobi always ended those sessions with whenever Jide’s name was mentioned. The strangest thing was that she finally met him, a few days shy of the 6- month mark of Mayowa’s relocation to Abuja. During the Eid-el-Fitr holiday, when Mayowa finally got a few days off from work, he came to Lagos. Tobi was of course, excited and had prepared in advance to see him. She had wanted to throw him a mini-party and cook for him, but he had coldly turned down her offer when she told him over the phone. They had agreed to meet at Tantalizers for lunch, with Mayowa refusing every attempt of Tobi to come and visit him at his house. She had actually tried to visit but he was not at home. Or at least, that was what the gateman told her. Tobi was the first to arrive at the restaurant, and she waited for almost an hour past the time they had agreed to meet. Mayowa eventually showed up and apologized for keeping her waiting. And then, without even sitting down, he gave her a one-sentence break-up speech. “I’m not feeling this anymore and I think we should go our separate ways.” Tobi asked him over and over again for an explanation, wanting to know what was going on. The only response Mayowa gave her was “I met someone.” He left Tobi standing there and went back to his car, supposedly to fetch the “someone.” He returned less than two minutes later, with Folake in his arm. Tobi almost fainted. The rest was a blur, but she remembered Folake saying she did not plan to hurt Tobi, and Mayowa telling Folake to stop being apologetic for their relationship. That was the last time she laid eyes on both of them. Later, she received an invitation card from Folake, asking for her presence at her wedding. Beforehand, she had sent a text message begging Tobi to attend her bridal shower. She really had the gut! Tobi had ignored that text, just like she had ignored all of Folake’s calls, texts, emails and other efforts at reconciliation. Now, it was the day before the bridal shower, and Tobi was at home battling serious depression. As she slipped in and out of a period of despair, she thought up different ways to pay Folake back for her betrayal. “I am sure there is a special place in hell for best friends who steal their friends’ boyfriends. You’ll go there soon enough,” Tobi muttered to herself. Ironically, she did not extend the same ill wishes to Mayowa who was at the center of the whole affair. (Love has blindfolded her eyes) Just then, someone knocked on the door, prematurely halting her unforgiving thoughts. Who was it? Checkout in the next episode. – to be continued – Source: www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-long-distance-relationship-episode-1/ |
| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 7:30pm On Dec 25, 2015 |
nerdfrost:Thanks @nerdfrost...Am Glad you love this..Hope you've been following the remaining episode? Am sure you will love to read this piece till the end! Thanks so much for your word of encouragement |
| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 7:28pm On Dec 25, 2015 |
Johnnycrash:Thanks @JohnCrash...Am Glad you love this! Hope you've been following the remaining episode on www.bussydave.com.ng/category/entertainment. I bet you can't predict how this story will end |
| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 3:36pm On Dec 21, 2015 |
nerdfrost:So sorry for the delay in updating please! To read all the full episode at once check www.bussydave.com.ng/category/entertainment |
| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 3:34pm On Dec 21, 2015 |
UNRECIPROCATED LOVE.......EPISODE 3 The day for pay-back came sooner than she expected. It so happened on that fateful day, Funmi was in Biyi’s house in the evening having done the usual rounds all day. She was relaxed on the sofa in his sitting room, TV remote in hand, absently shuffling through the channels while recollecting about the day’s events. The day was unusually successful and very rewarding and Funmi was glad she met Biyi. If she hadn’t met him that fateful Tuesday, she’ll be back in Enugu by now, back to her old schedule of selling provisions in her father’s departmental store and singing to herself while arranging goods on the shelves. But instead, she was in Abuja living her dream. Biyi informed her yesterday that they’ve laid so much groundwork and planted many seeds, it’s time to stand back and watch it grow. They’ve had promises of invitations to shows and concerts when the time is right so it seems their work is generating some positive feedback. Funmi is contemplating returning to Enugu so as to give Biyi some room to breathe; after all he’s been instrumental in helping her thus far. She does not want to impose too much on his generosity. Biyi came in a while later looking confused and nervous. Funmi wondered what the problem was. I hope he’s not having second thoughts about helping me, she thought. His help has been invaluable and she does not take it for granted. Biyi came to sit on the sofa and Funmi had to abandon her prostrate form to accommodate him. He looked at her strangely and she wondered again this time on what the problem was. “Funmi, I need to talk to you about something.” He began Uh uh, here it comes. “What is the problem?” “Oh, there’s no problem. It’s just that I don’t know how you will take this and I want to assure you I mean no disrespect, please.” Just spit it out and save me from the misery. “Okay, shoot.” “I like you Funmi. Since the first time I saw you something in you drew me. I’ve been fighting it because I don’t want to seem like I’m taking advantage of you but I don’t want to fight it anymore. I want you to be mine.” He said earnestly Funmi was speechless. She wouldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams that this would come from him. But he has been such a gentleman and never indicated any of these feelings, she thought. Although, if I could read between the lines, I would have seen the reading on the wall; the concern and help without asking for payment in cash or kind should have been warning enough. All these thoughts whirled in her mind as she looked at him making small movement on the sofa beside her. “I don’t know what to say.” She finally answered Biyi looked up. “Say you’ll be mine.” He implored her. He looks so lost, his feelings must be real. But do I want this? The attraction is there but isn’t it better to focus on my career for now? “I really want to focus on my career for now.” Don’t alienate him, better reassure him. “Don’t get me wrong, I like you but I think it’s better if we don’t mix business with pleasure for now.” “Really? That’s your answer? How do you propose I turn off my feelings?” Funmi took his hand in hers. “I understand but can you please try? For me?” He looked deep into her eyes and Funmi was lost for a moment. She avoided his gaze when it seems like they’ve been staring at one another for ages. Why am I fighting this? He squeezed her hand. “I can’t do that Funmi. I’d rather you change your mind. But I’ll not pressure you nevertheless.” It was at that moment that Funmi knew she was in danger of falling in love with Biyi. A lesser man would have exerted pressure and collected his pound of flesh regardless of her feelings. Biyi is a greater man and she’ll do well to guide her heart if she’s going to abide by her decision. She resolved to go back home to Enugu and come back only when something concrete comes up. Funmi left for Enugu two days later amidst protests from Biyi. It didn’t take long for her to go back to Abuja though as duty called. Over the course of six months, she shuffled between Abuja and Enugu, went for concerts and music shows and gradually gained glory. Biyi was ever persistent with his invaluable help and each time she came around he accommodated her. He continually made his feelings known and Funmi continually denied him and herself. Little did she know that a major game changer will soon manifest. …What will this be? Watchout in the next Episode Source: http://www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-unreciprocated-love-episode-3 |
| Jokes Etc › Re: You May Kiss The Bride (read This!) by Olajhidey22(op): 8:39pm On Dec 19, 2015 |
somcherry:You are right @somecherry...I guess i posted this in the wrong thread! Forgive my manners, but read the story to the concluding part. Thanks! |
| Jokes Etc › Re: You May Kiss The Bride (read This!) by Olajhidey22(op): 8:36pm On Dec 19, 2015 |
You May kiss the Bride..Episode 2.. That Night … “I can never have children Lawson…” Sarah cried. Lawson felt his world crash right in front of him, “W…what?” “Mama called today…she’s gotten the tests results.” “Jesus Christ!” Lawson stood, placing his palm on his head, “B…but you told me you were okay before we got married. You told me the doctor said your abortion didn’t damage your womb.” “Don’t bring my past into this!” Sarah flared. Lawson laughed and got serious almost immediately, “You are crazy. I married a crazy woman!” Sarah looked at him in shock, like he’d lost his mind. “The results say you can never have children and we both know that this has to do with the abortion you had before we met!” he flared, “Are you happy? You know we’re screwed right? No kids? What are we going to tell the world?” “Lawson we can adopt…” Sarah cried. “Adopt? Wow!” he laughed again, “I married a funny woman too!” He got serious again. “It’s still not our baby! The dxxx baby is not my flesh and blood! You are full of deceit Sarah.” He looked into her eyes. Sarah could see him fighting his tears. “Lawson stop…you are hurting me…” Sarah fell on her knees crying. “You want to know what I’m thinking?” Lawson looked at her with disgust, “I’m thinking how on earth I’m going to stand seeing your deceitful face for the rest of my life.” “Sarah cried harder, “Don’t give up Lawson. So far I have a womb, I can still carry our baby…” “I am not giving up on having my baby, I’m giving up on you.” Lawson turned around to leave. “Lawson!” She held his feet, “I’m hurting too…” He dragged his feet from her hold and drove out of the house. She wept. A Month Later … “Mother, he’s not even talking to me. All of a sudden, we are both strangers. He doesn’t eat my food, he comes home late, he hates me so much and it’s killing me. I’m confused, it’s truly hurting…” “For how long will you hide the truth from him? You’ve got to let him know…you can’t carry his…” There was the sound of a car horn. “Mom I’ve got to go…he’s back.” “Baby, you’ve got to let him know. It can work when you two are one in mind.” “Bye mom.” she ended the call. Lawson came into the house, about to walk past her. “Lawson.” She held him. “I’m tired.” He didn’t want to look at her face. “I know…can we talk for some minutes?” She tried to help him remove his suit. “Look what is it?” He jerked from her. “Do you hate me this much? You can’t even look me in the eye. You can’t even stand my presence. Lawson…it’s me Sarah…your best friend…” Tears began to well up in her eyes. “I’m in no mood for this.” He turned around to walk away. “Don’t you dare leave when I’m talking to you!” She dragged him by the suit. Just then, some papers fell to the floor. Sarah quickly bent to pick them up…her hands shook and her body became numb all over. “D…divorce papers? Lawson?” She searched his eyes. “Answer me goddammit!” She held him by the collar of his shirt, crying. “They are for you to sign. I want out.” Lawson announced. “Y…you what?” she slowly freed him from her hold. “It’s not going to work Sarah, can’t you see?” “Lawson, I can’t believe you would think of a divorce and even go this far…why are you so wicked!” she cried, angry. “No! Why are you so wicked?” He retorted, flaring. “Think about me for once. I am a man for Christ’s sakes. My children are my pride! And you are about to deny me that for the rest of my life because of your stupid mistake!” “What about me! Have you stopped for once to think about what I’m going through?” “It’s your cross, carry it.” Lawson fixed his angry eyes on his wife. “No, it’s now our cross and I am not signing those divorce papers! We vowed never to leave each other!” “Isn’t it better Sarah that you save yourself more hurt and sign these papers than to see another woman move into this house before your very eyes?” He said with a tone of sarcasm. Sarah’s heart thumped, “What?” “You heard me…another woman who can help me raise a family, so save yourself the stress and sign the d… papers. I need it tomorrow.” He turned around to leave again. “She still can’t carry your baby.” Sarah dropped. “Not all women had abortions. Not every woman was like you.” He scorned. “You are the one who can’t give me a child!” Sarah let out, crying. Lawson stopped now, turned around and walked towards her, “Whatever your plan is won’t work.” “I told you I could never have a child because it’s you who can’t make me pregnant.” “Shut up! Shut up, Sarah! What the hell are you saying?” He shook her shoulders violently. “You are infertile Lawson…the doctor says you have primary infertility…” Sarah burst into tears. Lawson opened his mouth and couldn’t close it anymore! What transpired later on Watch out in the concluding part Source: www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-you-may-kiss-the-bride-episode-2/ |
| Jokes Etc › Re: You May Kiss The Bride (read This!) by Olajhidey22(op): 8:30pm On Dec 19, 2015 |
Sorry for delaying with the rest episode pals... Have been quite busy for some while nw Let's continue! |
| Jokes Etc › Re: Hear My Story Episode 1 by Olajhidey22(op): 8:14pm On Dec 19, 2015 |
Thanks for waiting patiently.. …Episode 2 Bode was the closest to me among all the choir members. I could see in him, a younger brother I never had. My school was not so far to the church, so sometimes after service or singing practise, he would say “Aunty Sewa, I’m coming to your place to eat o”. I would tell him to come, since I really didn’t know how to prepare one man meal, I was always having leftover. He was only 20yrs old then, while I was 24. He was a 200 level student of College of Education, Okene, and a native of Oyan where I was serving. When I first got to the church, his school was on break. Before we could really get to know each other, his break was over, so he went back to school. About a month after he left, I saw him in church one sunday morning. And then the story of my life changed.. I asked him why he came home so soon, he told me he had not paid his school fees and that his parents were not able to give him the money. I got to know that his dad was an old farmer, and his mum, a petty trade at Oyan market. Money was never my problem, because besides the allowance I was receiving from NYSC, my dad was always sending money into my account without my sisters’ knowledge. He would say he didn’t want me to suffer since I was far from home. So, I asked him d amount he needed. He told me, and I told him to come and meet me in school the next day, so we could go to bank together to withdraw the money. I withdrew almost everything I had in my account, gave him his school fees, transport fare and a token as pocket money, and he was very happy. His mum came later to show appreciation on behalf of the family and that was what really brought us closer. Whenever he was away in school, he would be sending text messages to me, thanking me for helping him. Sometimes, he would send me message that he went to bed the previous night with an empty stomach, and out of compassion, I would quickly send him any amount I could afford to buy foodstuff, and as usual, he would appreciate me. Soon, we were on Christmas break. I didn’t want to travel, but my dad insisted I should come to Lagos. After the break, I was supposed to return to Oyan in.January. Daddy couldn’t give me enough money as he had spent a lot during the festive season. He expected me to still have some money in my bank account. He was taken aback when he asked me how much I had with me and I answered, “Nothing sir”. “You don’t mean it!. What are you using money for? Are you feeding more than your mouth? What did you do with the money I sent to your account last month?….Hun?.Tell me!.” Mummy and Sis Temi heard him as he was talking to me in annoyance. Sis Temi came with her husband and daughter to visit our parents. She was busy chatting with mum, when they heard daddy raising his voice. The moment she heard that dad was sending money to me, she said “Da- dd-y!.So you’ve been sending money to Sewa every month!!..I am the first person to go on service in this house and I remember if I didn’t ask you for money, you wouldn’t give me and I will have to give you the details of what I needed the money for, before you would give it.” “And you, (turning to me) what are you spending money on?.Have u bought a plot of land?.Oh!..you want to build a house in Oyan?.Is that not so?” My compassion for Bode which is as a result of my lascivious spending almost led into a fight in my family that fateful day. But then, was I doing the right thing? Watch out for Episode 3 Source: www.bussydave.com.ng To get all the full episode check www.bussydave.com.ng/category/entertainment |
| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 8:05pm On Dec 19, 2015 |
| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 5:48pm On Dec 17, 2015 |
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| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 4:09pm On Dec 17, 2015 |
Story: Unreciprocated Love.......Episode 2 Funmi finished dressing up and left her hotel room, with certain jauntiness in her steps. She took careful care of her look today and her efforts showed. She knows she’s beautiful and she’s not shy about it. She was overwhelmed with joy and she couldn’t wait till she gets to the radio station. She got to the main street and flagged down a taxi, stating the address of her destination with a smile on her face. The driver looked at her with a somewhat puzzled look but Funmi didn’t care. She was on top of the world. She got to the radio station right on time. The radio station is located in the better part of Abuja; Wuse precisely. Funmi looked up to the building as the taxi dropped her directly in front of it. She was impressed by the architectural design of it; she never expected a big station like this. She decided not to get ahead of herself and enter before she forms her opinions. She removed her phone from her purse and informed Biyi she was in front of the building. He told her to come right in. On getting to the office entrance, she saw a young guy leaning on the front desk with his arms crossed in front of him. Funmi guessed it was Biyi apparently waiting for her arrival. He was tall, a little bit fair just like Funmi’s complexion actually and on closer inspection, she discovered he was not classically handsome but he has an interesting face, a face that is full of character and mischief, a face you will want to know. He looked at her with piercing eyes and Funmi found herself nervous on her feet, those eyes seem as if they see right into her soul and she was not comfortable with his careful examination of her. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally straightened up to his full height and offered his hand. Funmi looked up at him, a situation she was not used to, she is either looking straight at a man or looking down at him; that is how tall she is. Most people, men and women alike find her height intimidating. “Hi, pleasure to meet you.” He said Funmi stretched her hand to hold his. She felt a tiny bang up her arm as their palms came in contact. She ignored it. Oh no, you are not doing this to me. This is strictly business. I’m not going to allow you ruin everything. She admonished her body. “Hello. The pleasure is mine.” She replied Biyi with a straight face, none of what she was feeling showing on her face. He led her to a chair and offered her a sit. Funmi sat uncomfortably on the edge of her chair. She was so nervous; she wanted everything to go perfectly. Biyi smiled at her gently. Maybe he sensed her unease and is trying to help. “So, can I hear the song?” “Yes, of course.” Funmi brought her phone out again and searched for her song. She pressed play and a melodious song crooned out of the speaker. Lord, let this be it. She prayed. Biyi was engrossed and nodding as the song played and this encouraged Funmi. It means he likes it, she thought. The song ended and he looked up at her. “Can you play that again?” he requested Funmi quickly hit the repeat button on her phone. The music crooned out once again and she tried to listen to it as if she was hearing it for the first time. If she must say so herself, the song is really good. At the end of the song, Biyi looked up and smiled. Funmi’s heart almost leaped into her throat. That smile is everything. “This is a really good song and it has a resounding message. I’m going to break one of my cardinal rules and help you. I don’t usually get involved in artists’ palaver but I’m going to make your case an exception. Where are the places you’ve been to?” Funmi told him all the places she’s been to and has been rejected. She told him of her experiences and how she almost gave up. “So I decided to call you yesterday and try my luck.” She concluded “I’m glad you called. I’ll use every resource in my power to help push this song. I just need your commitment.” He raised his eyebrows, looking at her. Funmi almost kissed his feet. Why won’t I be committed? In fact, commitment is now my middle name sef. “I promise I’ll not disappoint you.” She replied earnestly. And so it began; from station to station, from on-air personalities to on-air personalities, from disc jockeys to disc jockeys, Biyi introduced Funmi to everyone who was anyone in Abuja. His influence and input alone unlocked doors that were previously closed and opened a whole new world for Funmi; a world she didn’t know existed. Biyi took care of her, bought lunch for her every day and was a perfect gentleman, never demanding anything from her but her total commitment. After about a week of moving all over Abuja, Funmi’s money had been exhausted to the point that she couldn’t afford to stay another night at her hotel. She broached this topic with Biyi and he offered her the use of his apartment till the time she will leave Abuja. Dima was shocked by his generosity and she hoped she could one day pay him back. ….to be continued....Please stay tuned! Source: http://www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-unreciprocated-love-episode-2/ |
| Literature › Re: Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 9:48am On Dec 17, 2015 |
If anyone wishes to reproduce this story on his/her blog please seek for my permission first! Thanks! Your comments please before i continue the story  |
| Literature › Story: Unreciprocated Love... by Olajhidey22(op): 9:46am On Dec 17, 2015 |
SOURCE: www.bussydave.com.ng This story is in Episode and your comments will be highly appreciated for me to finish it up! Just feel like entertaining you guys with this story and NOTE WELL There is a great lesson to be learnt here UNRECIPROCATED LOVE.........EPISODE 1 It was an answer to a long voiced prayer when Funmi met Biyi that fateful Tuesday in Abuja. Funmi is an upcoming artist with a voice like that of an angel. Her voice is so unique with a throaty quality to it that attracts the attention of anyone that is close enough to hear when she sings. Her voice sounds a lot like Chidinma’s, the popular Nigerian singer/songwriter. Funmi produced a single with the help of her long time friend turned disc jockey (DJ Chimzy) and she was determined to push and market that single to her satisfaction hence her trip to Abuja from the coal city, Enugu. Funmi got to Abuja on a rainy and dreary Sunday afternoon. Mind you, she does not know a soul in Abuja, she figured she’ll get a cheap hotel room and start moving from one radio station to another with the hope that one Good Samaritan will agree to hear her song and decide to air it on the radio. This was after careful months of planning, strategizing and saving any extra cash that came her way. Little did she know that her dreams will be as far from her as the heavens is from the earth; it will not be as easy to achieve as she had initially thought. After two weeks of running around with no show, her soul weary from the constant rejections, her body tired from the grappling and touching of men who wants her body before they commit to listening to her demo, her shoes worn almost to the soles of her feet, her money almost running out; Funmi finally accepted defeat. She finally came to terms with the fact that there was no Good Samaritan anywhere to help her; everyone wants to know what’s in it for them. It’s a tit-for-tat world out there. It was out of this deep despair and hopelessness that a ray of light shone her way. A ray of light in the form of a man. A ray of light in the form of Biyi. She was in the taxi on her way back to her hotel, counting the meager amount remaining in her purse when a program came on the radio. She started listening with half an ear but there was something in the presenter’s voice that tugged at her heart and she found herself drawn into the story he was weaving in his listener’s minds. He told a story of love interwoven with betrayal, heartache and loneliness. The story was heartbreaking and soul-shattering. It moved Funmi immensely. She copied down the number he called out for people to call in on her blackberry and resolved to try one last time. She decided to call him and pitch her song to him; maybe this will be the breakthrough she’d been searching for. The next day, Funmi woke early, took a warm shower and dressed in the best dress she came to Abuja with. The dress was yellow, with flowered patterns sewn all over the bodice; it gave her a very feminine and appealing look. She was filled with a renewed resolve to go slay the giants in her way to success. Her excitement this morning stemmed from the conversation she had with the radio presenter last night. His name is Biyi. “Hello.” She tentatively said into the receiver, afraid if she shouts, the listener on the other end could disappear. “Hello.” A few seconds pass before Funmi realized she was supposed to state her name and the reason for her call. She was so nervous, she wanted this call to turn out perfectly, as she had hoped and envisioned it in her head. She shook herself mentally. ‘Snap out of it girl!’ she admonished herself. “Yes, hello. My mane is Funmi. Am I speaking to Biyi?” “Yes this is Biyi speaking.” “Sorry for the intrusion but I was wondering if I can come see you at the office tomorrow. I have a single I’ll like you to listen to.” “Oh really? What did you say your name was again?” “Funmi.” “I’ve never heard of you.” “You wouldn’t have. I’m relatively new in the music business. This is my first single.” “Oh, well. Tomorrow, you say?” “Yes please.” “Okay, no problem. Find your way to the station and I’ll listen to your song.” Funmi almost shouted with joy. She caught herself before she did something stupid like blow a kiss to the hapless man over the phone. It seemed too easy, his response to her query; she was expecting it to take some convincing at the least. She forced herself to answer in a subdued voice. “Thank you so much. I assure you won’t be disappointed.” “That remains to be seen. Bye.” “Bye.” She ended the call and did some cartwheels in her small hotel room. Luck was finally on her side, fate was smiling at her at last. It never crossed her mind that the song will be rejected despite previous disappointments. She knew fate was working for and with her. ……to be continued..... Please stay tuned for the next episode! SOURCE: http://www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/story-unreciprocated-love-episode-1 |
| Literature › Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Olajhidey22(m): 4:53pm On Dec 16, 2015 |
I cant believe i read the whole episode till where chistar stopped and neglected the story. Chistar please comman finish what you started oh! Another interesting story on nairaland. Check this link guys https://www.nairaland.com/2766191/hear-story-episode-1#40453450 |
| Jokes Etc › Re: Hear My Story Episode 10 by Olajhidey22(op): 4:44pm On Dec 16, 2015 |
| Literature › Re: A Great Love Story by Olajhidey22(op): 4:39pm On Dec 16, 2015 |
Thanks pal @nature and @samuel...More on the way pals.. Though a newbie here. Will be feeding you guys with fresh updates soonest. You could check my blog [url]ww.bussydave.com.ng[/url] to get more updates. Moreso i updated a story few weeks back. Here is the link https://www.nairaland.com/2766191/hear-story-episode-1 titled "Hear my story". Am sure you will all love it! |
| Literature › A Great Love Story by Olajhidey22(op): 10:14am On Dec 15, 2015 |
Source: www.bussydave.com.ng As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years. The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline–1924. The letter had been written almost 60 years ago. It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him anymore because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. It was signed, Hannah. It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope. “Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?” She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.” I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!” “Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked. “I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.” She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old? Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us.” Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television.” I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, silver-haired oldtimer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael.” She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.” “Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…” I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?” I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.” I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.” “Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake. “He’s one of the oldtimers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.” I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up. On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.” We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!” “This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?” I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.” “No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.” The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?” “Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.” He suddenly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged. “She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly. The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, Mister? I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her.” “Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.” We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her. “Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?” She adjusted her glasses She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!” He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces. “See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.” About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!” It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man. The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple. A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years. Source: http://www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/a-great-love-story |
| Music/Radio › Gospel Music Lovers Crib by Olajhidey22(op): 4:35pm On Dec 11, 2015 |
For Gospel Music Lovers check this link for latest Gospel music for christmas like Music + Video: Ijoya and African Christmas by Tonia - http://www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/music-video-ijoya-and-african-christmas-by-tonia Music + video-ijoya-and-african-christmas-by-tonia - [url]http://www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/music-joe-praize-happy-birthday-pastor-chris [/url] Lara George – “Hello” [Adele Cover] - http://www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/music-lara-george-hello-adele-cover and many others. Believe me, those songs are awesome and touching for those who love Gospel Music! |
| Jokes Etc › Hear My Story - Episode 11 by Olajhidey22(op): 4:20pm On Dec 11, 2015 |
Episode 11..... Daddy said he would be celebrating his 60th birthday on 30th of May, and would want me to come and grace d occasion with him and other members of d family. I promised to come, but after d conversation,i started praying dt i would have gotten over d mood i was before going to Lagos,bcs i didn't want anybody in my family to have an idea of what i was going through. The next day i had an appointment with my pastor's wife. I decided not to go as i didn't know how to tell her what was wrong with me. Fortunately for me, she called around 2.30pm to inform me dt we would have to postpone d meeting as she needed to attend to a matter urgently. I was very happy to hear dt. To avoid people coming to my house again, i decided to attend Sunday service d following week, only to discover dt Bode was absent. I didnt even ask of him as i preferred not to see him, but i overheard someone telling d pastor he had gone back to school. Immediately after d service, Mrs Williams sent an usher to tell me she was waiting for me at d church office. When i got there,she asked me what was bothering me. I was too scared to tell her d truth, so i said "It's family matter ma, my dad and mum are not in good terms,and it's seriously affecting me...." She said "Are u sure?" "I said "Yes ma". "Anyway,if dt is d case, dont let dt affect u. There's no marriage without its own crises. God will be glorified in dt union, it doesn't have to bother u, afterall,u know how to pray, just pray for them,and everything will be well." Then she paused,and looked at me "Sis Sewa, are u sure ds is what is bothering u?.I'm having a feeling u are not telling me d truth." "Dt is it ma." "Okay.Let's pray." She prayed with me, and i left. As i was going home,d Holyspirit came with his rod again. "Hunnnn!.U have just told another lie!!. Dt's another blunder..Go back and confess ur sins." I refused to go back. How would i face her to tell her i told a lie, after asking me twice if i was sure i was telling d truth, and i said yes.?. About a week before my dad's birthday,i fell sick . I was throwing up, nothing stayed in my tummy, in fact i couldn't eat. But i just treated malaria, why ds again?. I said to myself. I became very weak. I decided not to call anybody's attention..i was fighting it alone. Then, very early one saturday morning, Pastor Mrs came to my house.I was so surprised to see her. "What's wrong with u Sis Sewa?". "Just a bit weak ma". "Just a bit weak?, when did it start". "About a week ago ma" She looked at me closely,and said "No,it cant be.Let me see ur eye and ur palm" She checked both. "U are pregnant!". "No ma,i'm not, its malaria". She sat on my bed,and was looking at me. "I said u are pregnant!. I knew it last sunday when i saw u,but i didn't want to be too fast. Okay,if u are not sure,let's go to d clinic." "No ma,i'm not pregnant, i'm sure i'm not". "Now,tell me,what did u do?. Did u sleep with any man?" I didnt answer. "Oh my God!.U? Of all people!. I've been using u to counsel to other sisters in church, i saw u as a role model to them...." She bursted into tears. I started weeping too. To be continued in part 12 Source: www.bussydave.com.ng Note: If you missed previous Episodes, check this link [url]www.bussydave.com.ng/category/entertainment/ [/url] |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Pls Help Me With Christian Music Websites by Olajhidey22(m): 6:40pm On Dec 05, 2015 |
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| Jokes Etc › [story] You May Kiss The Bride Episode 3 (concluding Part) by Olajhidey22(op): 11:29am On Dec 03, 2015 |
EPISODE 3- Concluding Part Lawson gasped, losing his balance. “Mother called me to give me the news. I was shattered, I felt like my world was over. But, more importantly, I thought of you. I thought of what the news could do to you, I thought of the best way to tell you. That was why I said I can never have children. Not because I can’t give birth to babies; but because I can’t have them by you. Never for once did I think of leaving you. I bore your insults, your scorn, because of my past. It was so easy to judge me and think of yourself. I am the one who is hurting; I am the one who should bring some miserable divorce papers…but I thought of you…I thought of hope, faith and a miracle…I thought of my vow to you on that altar. In sickness and in health, remember?” She smiled through her tears, “All of a sudden, you are as weak as a baby…looking in your eyes, I can see you suddenly have lost all your guards, you are so wicked.” “Sarah…” Lawson fell on his knees, torn. “No!” She quickly fell on her knees too, “No Lawson…” She couldn’t bear to see him cry. “I’m…I’m infertile,” he cried, “What is left of me?” He searched his wife’s eyes. “Lawson please…” she held his face, “I understand…it has been so hard for me…I have put myself in your shoes since the first day…” “You don’t deserve this…you deserve better…I can’t believe I scorned you all along…please let me leave you.” “No.” She shook her head, “You are my husband. I won’t leave you. I won’t let you leave me…I believe in miracles” “I’m doomed…Sarah I’m doomed…” He allowed his wife take him in her arms and he wept like a child on her shoulder. In the Morning … Sarah gently opened her eyes; looking beside her bed, it was empty. She quickly sat up on seeing a note on the bed. Hands shaking, she opened the letter to read: Sarah, I cannot bear the shame. I have treated you so unfairly, yet you love me still. You are with me even in this condition of mine. To think that you knew all along and you never for once gave me a clue that it is my fault we are in this mess makes me so unworthy of you. I love you enough to let you build another life with a man who can make you happier. I’m torn Sarah, and all I ask is your forgiveness. I have always loved you and if you truly love me then please start your life over again – without me. I am truly sorry for disappointing you. Lawson. Sarah couldn’t control the tears. She couldn’t think straight anymore. She picked her cell phone, shaking. “Hello, Mr. Lawson’s office please” “Hi Lola…” she cried, “Have you seen my husband today?” “No…no ma’am, we’ve been expecting him at work. He has a presentation in 15 minutes.” “Oh God…God…” Sarah dipped her hand into her full hair. “Everything ok, ma’am?” “Thank you.” she ended the call. She quickly got down from the bed and she ran into her car in her pyjamas. She dialled his mobile repeatedly as she drove…no answer. At 2:00pm … She sped into Fred’s compound, a close friend to her husband. “Fred!” she banged the door hastily until the door flung open. “My God Sarah, what’s wrong?” Fred held her. “It’s…its Lawson…have you seen him? Is he here?” “No…Haven’t heard from him in a week.” “Oh God!” she held her hair. “What’s wrong?” She was already dashing away into her car. “Sarah!” He called after her. She zoomed away. 4:30pm … “Mom, Dad, I can’t find Lawson…I can’t find your son…” she cried as she paced in front of the elderly couple who looked lost. “You have to calm down and tell us what happened.” Lawson’s mother put her arms around Sarah. Sarah burst into tears, “Please Dad could you try his number, maybe he’d pick your call?” “Have you been to his office?” He picked his cell phone and dialled his son’s number. “I have been everywhere I know him to likely be.” “It’s ok…calm down please.” Lawson’s mother consoled her. “He’s not picking. What exactly went wrong between you two?” Lawson’s father searched Sarah’s eyes. 9:00pm … Sarah was still in her pyjamas and on her way back home, exhausted and stuck in the traffic. She had told Lawson’s parents everything. The poor couple was so shattered and begged her to begin a new life. Sarah buried her head on the steering, crying; she didn’t realize the green light was now on. “Hey get off the freaking road!” a driver cursed from behind her. “God please don’t let him harm himself… keep him safe and lead me to him…please God…” She quickly started the car and began to move. Suddenly she remembered the church where they had wedded and took their vows. It was two hours from here; she made a u-turn and headed for the church hoping to find some solace there. She got down from the car drenched and exhausted. She trudged into the open entrance of the church. She paused for a moment; shocked…it was Lawson sitting at the front row of the empty church, facing the altar. “Lawson!” She began to run towards him, happy, relieved that he was ok. “Sarah?” He quickly stood as she approached him, “Sarah…” They both ran into each other’s arms. He hugged her so tightly. “I looked for you everywhere….this was the last place I thought you’d ever be…I just came and I saw you…Lawson….I’m so happy you are ok.” she touched his face. “I didn’t know where else to go…It just feels like I can’t face the world anymore…” he slowly released her from his embrace. “Take my hand.” Sarah stretched out her hand, “C’mon, just take it.” Lawson gently clasped his hand into hers and she took him to the altar and stood to face him. She searched his eyes intently. She hadn’t seen him so weak and helpless. “Five years ago Lawson, we both stood on this altar. Remember our vows? Remember you whispered in my ear never to leave you. I told you I wouldn’t…that’s why I’m here. I am your wife Lawson. I am meant to be with you forever, through the bad and good times. We’ve had good times, why would I leave you now? All I want from you is to believe that you can still give me a child despite what the result said. I want you to believe in a miracle.” She held his face, “Remember when you told me I was a miracle in your life? Our children will be our miracles too. Trust God with me because I know it won’t be long.” “Who are you Sarah…” Lawson was weakened by her words. “The one who vowed to be with you till the end.” She smiled through her thin tears. “God, I love you so much Sarah.” He hugged her again. “So will you come back home with me?” Sarah searched his eyes. “I have no other place to call home.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips. 2 Years After … Lawson and Sarah were on the sofa watching a late night movie. Sarah was resting on his shoulders when she felt the movement. “Lawson, Lawson, it moved again…don’t miss it this time touch…touch.” She gently placed his palm on the side of her stomach. Both felt the movement of their child. “I can feel him…I can feel him!” Lawson placed his head on her belly. “I can feel him growing each day inside of me…” “What do you think its saying now by this movement?” “Thank you dada for believing in me.” She laughed. They both laughed. “The movement has stopped.” He slowly removed his head from her stomach, “I think he’s sleeping.” Sarah rested on his shoulders again, “In six months you’d be a father, “You finally got your miracle.” Lawson tilted his wife’s face to him, looking into her eyes, “Sarah…you were the miracle I needed. Thank you for not leaving me.” Sarah tickled his nose with hers, “I love you too. Always will,” she smiled, “We missed a whole lot in our movie.” “The movie can wait, but this can’t” He gently planted a kiss on her belly. The End. We forget our vows so easily, so quickly that once our marriages start hitting the rocks, we fail to realize that there is power in union. When there is union, every mountain can be subdued. The problem is people don’t yet fully understand the concept of marriage; until you do, please don’t go to the altar because what you don’t understand will eventually become a burden and confuse you. The concept of marriage is ‘for better, for worse.’ The “worse” moments always come. Not that you should always expect bad things, it is a statement of fact that challenges come in marriage to make you stronger in oneness, so don’t use it against each other. In addition, miracles are real and it is better we all learn to have the patience to wait until our miracles come. Always remember that marriage is a ‘stick and stay’ relationship, not a ‘hit and run.’ You will succeed in Jesus Name! Hope you were blessed by this. Dont forget to like our facebook page: www.facebook.com/bussydave for more gist Your comment will be kindly appreciated. God bless! Source: www.bussydave.com.ng Incase you miss previous episodes check this link www.bussydave.com.ng/category/entertainment/ |
| Jokes Etc › [story] You May Kiss The Bride Episode 2 (read This!) by Olajhidey22(op): 11:17am On Dec 03, 2015 |
You May Kiss The Bride……………… …………………….Episode 2 You may kiss the bride-www.bussydave.com.ng That Night … “I can never have children Lawson…” Sarah cried. Lawson felt his world crash right in front of him, “W…what?” “Mama called today…she’s gotten the tests results.” “Jesus Christ!” Lawson stood, placing his palm on his head, “B…but you told me you were okay before we got married. You told me the doctor said your abortion didn’t damage your womb.” “Don’t bring my past into this!” Sarah flared. Lawson laughed and got serious almost immediately, “You are crazy. I married a crazy woman!” Sarah looked at him in shock, like he’d lost his mind. “The results say you can never have children and we both know that this has to do with the abortion you had before we met!” he flared, “Are you happy? You know we’re screwed right? No kids? What are we going to tell the world?” “Lawson we can adopt…” Sarah cried. “Adopt? Wow!” he laughed again, “I married a funny woman too!” He got serious again. “It’s still not our baby! The dxxx baby is not my flesh and blood! You are full of deceit Sarah.” He looked into her eyes. Sarah could see him fighting his tears. “Lawson stop…you are hurting me…” Sarah fell on her knees crying. “You want to know what I’m thinking?” Lawson looked at her with disgust, “I’m thinking how on earth I’m going to stand seeing your deceitful face for the rest of my life.” “Sarah cried harder, “Don’t give up Lawson. So far I have a womb, I can still carry our baby…” “I am not giving up on having my baby, I’m giving up on you.” Lawson turned around to leave. “Lawson!” She held his feet, “I’m hurting too…” He dragged his feet from her hold and drove out of the house. She wept. A Month Later … “Mother, he’s not even talking to me. All of a sudden, we are both strangers. He doesn’t eat my food, he comes home late, he hates me so much and it’s killing me. I’m confused, it’s truly hurting…” “For how long will you hide the truth from him? You’ve got to let him know…you can’t carry his…” There was the sound of a car horn. “Mom I’ve got to go…he’s back.” “Baby, you’ve got to let him know. It can work when you two are one in mind.” “Bye mom.” she ended the call. Lawson came into the house, about to walk past her. “Lawson.” She held him. “I’m tired.” He didn’t want to look at her face. “I know…can we talk for some minutes?” She tried to help him remove his suit. “Look what is it?” He jerked from her. “Do you hate me this much? You can’t even look me in the eye. You can’t even stand my presence. Lawson…it’s me Sarah…your best friend…” Tears began to well up in her eyes. “I’m in no mood for this.” He turned around to walk away. “Don’t you dare leave when I’m talking to you!” She dragged him by the suit. Just then, some papers fell to the floor. Sarah quickly bent to pick them up…her hands shook and her body became numb all over. “D…divorce papers? Lawson?” She searched his eyes. “Answer me goddammit!” She held him by the collar of his shirt, crying. “They are for you to sign. I want out.” Lawson announced. “Y…you what?” she slowly freed him from her hold. “It’s not going to work Sarah, can’t you see?” “Lawson, I can’t believe you would think of a divorce and even go this far…why are you so wicked!” she cried, angry. “No! Why are you so wicked?” He retorted, flaring. “Think about me for once. I am a man for Christ’s sakes. My children are my pride! And you are about to deny me that for the rest of my life because of your stupid mistake!” “What about me! Have you stopped for once to think about what I’m going through?” “It’s your cross, carry it.” Lawson fixed his angry eyes on his wife. “No, it’s now our cross and I am not signing those divorce papers! We vowed never to leave each other!” “Isn’t it better Sarah that you save yourself more hurt and sign these papers than to see another woman move into this house before your very eyes?” He said with a tone of sarcasm. Sarah’s heart thumped, “What?” “You heard me…another woman who can help me raise a family, so save yourself the stress and sign the d… papers. I need it tomorrow.” He turned around to leave again. “She still can’t carry your baby.” Sarah dropped. “Not all women had abortions. Not every woman was like you.” He scorned. “You are the one who can’t give me a child!” Sarah let out, crying. Lawson stopped now, turned around and walked towards her, “Whatever your plan is won’t work.” “I told you I could never have a child because it’s you who can’t make me pregnant.” “Shut up! Shut up, Sarah! What the hell are you saying?” He shook her shoulders violently. “You are infertile Lawson…the doctor says you have primary infertility…” Sarah burst into tears. Lawson opened his mouth and couldn’t close it anymore! What transpired later on Watch out in the concluding part tomorrow evening. Thanks for being patient….. God Bless SOURCE: www.bussydave.com.ng Incase you miss Episode 1, check this link www.bussydave.com.ng/2015/12/you-may-kiss-the-bride/ |
