Nice story

Keep em coming ma'am

Boumee,Boumee,Boumee,Boumee y is d update short .........thanks.

Boumee, where are u now

Wow

Really really very nice... I luv d twist

19...

Sometime in April 2011
THE BUNCH NEWSPAPER
SON OF FORMER MINISTER OF WORKS KILLED!!
On April 23rd 2011, the son of former minister of works, Olusola Akinyele, was robbed and shot dead.
Tragedy hit the home of a former Minister of works, of Nigeria, Olusola Akinyele,
yesterday (Friday) when his son, Babajide was shot along with two of his friends.
Babajide, according to a source, was on his way home with two of his friends after attending a wedding of another one of their friends.
Our sources learned his two friends survived the gunshot wounds, but he was unfortunate for the bullet was aimed at his heart. He died shortly after he was rushed to the nearest hospital.

One of his friends who was in a stable condition said “There was a particular black car that was right behind us. We didn’t notice on time, until it was too late. The occupants drove right by us, rolled their windows down and shot at least 5 times and it hit everyone of us. It hit Jide more, because it was on his side the black car was and he had taken too many bullets before he could dodge. then they drove off, just as fast as they came.” before weeping profusely.

Although there were reports that he was armed as well but couldn’t use his arms to save his life,
the reports were regarded untrue by his friends.(Names Withheld) .

The former minister, who is a loyal member of the Working Progress Party Of Nigeria, was devastated by the news.

The late Babajide was a graduate of The University of Sheffield. He was described by his friends as an easy-going person,
who was generous to a fault and loved by all he met.

He is survived by his Father, Mother, Sister and Fiancée (Miss Teju Rogers).

***

THE FANKARD NEWSPAPER
OBITUARY
One month has passed, yet it seems like only yesterday.
In our hearts your memory lingers sweetly, tender, fond and true.
There is not a day that we don’t think about you,
Your smile, your kindness and the gentleness in your voice our hearts ache as we remember
the sweet precious memories you have left us to live with.
Words cannot express the void that was left with us.
YOU ARE ALWAYS REMEMBERED.
Survived by: Father, Mother, Sister and Fiancée.

short, but thanks anyway

too short

guess Jesse is supposed dead

I had always know that this jide of a man have something, he's hiding for Tutu.. . Anyways, we'll soon know, only if boumee want us to


Keep em coming ma dear
But the update is kind of short thou

Initial I thought someone is doing obituary advert here. Nothing hard nairalanders to do.

Wow,excellent write up,more current to your phone

lovely piece boumee, but as a Oliver twist, pls update.

Very nice story dear.....eager to read more from you.God bless you!

I'm really enjoyin dis. Kip it up

Hi Guys! I'm sooo sorry for turning you on and then leaving you hanging. I have been really busy, I haven't had the time to post any updates. Please, accept my apologies..
I promise to update something now. Hold your breath_ _

20...“Good morning ma. Please i want to say something.” Moji said as she entered Tutu’s office.
“What?” Tutu barked. It wasn’t enough that she came late to work, now she wanted Tutu’s attention.
“Sorry ma. Nothing ma.” Moji replied and rushed out of the office.
“Mtcheeeew!” Tutu hissed. She was mad at everything. She wasn’t in the mood for any of Moji’s latest gossips.
About 5minutes later, she had a loud crash outside her office. She rushed out quickly.
“Moji! What’s the problem?”
“Nothing ma.” She quickly tried to carry the table that fell.
Tutu wondered how the table happened to be on the floor. She looked up at Moji’s face.
Moji was trying effortlessly to wipe the tears streaming down her eyes. Tutu was worried she had never seen Moji in this condition before. She walked over to her and asked in a mild tone. “What’s the problem?”
“I don’t know how to put it to you ma. I can’t talk now.” Moji was shaking uncontrollably.
“OK. Later then.” she said as she walked back to her office. Tutu didn’t have the time to start grieving with her assistant over any issue that wasn’t her business. She had enough on her plate. She wanted to bury herself in work and not think about Jesse. Not think about how she had just lost a good man because she was too stupid and too weak to fend off Francis. Not think about how she was getting older and there was probably no man to show to her parents as her husband to be. She didn’t want to get more depressed. Life had been harsh.
Five minutes later, Moji opened the door without knocking, which was unusual.
“Tutu, i have to say this to you. I know it’s the wrong time, Kosi’s wedding and all, but just hear me out.” Moji blurted.
“Please, don’t tell me you want to resign.” Tutu begged cos it would be the worst period of Tutu’s life.
“It's your boyfriend. He's. ... ddead.. He's a ghost. He’s dead.” Moji startedcrying
“Please tell me you want to resign.” Tutu pleaded. She didn’t want to believe Moji. She knew Moji was an efficient woman and it was rare for Moji to bring any false story to her. Moji sounded very serious. Tutu wouldn’t believe her. “it’s a lie.” She said smiling. Trying to convince herself. Hoping Moji would smile back and say she was kidding.
Moji shook her head to assure Tutu it wasn’t a joke. She brought out a rumpled newspaper she was hiding behind her back showing an obituary containing the details of Jesse’s death and funeral arrangements.
Tutu was still sitting in her chair. She shakily stood up to walk closer to Moji and take the paper she was handing to her.
Her hands shook as she held the paper. She silently hoped the paper didn’t hold what she felt to be almost true. She silently begged God to make to never happen.
She held the paper closer to her eyes but wasn’t seeing anything. It was blur to her. She realised there were tears in her eyes. She slowly wiped them to read the news. Then it hit her.
Jesse’s picture was staring right at her, smiling. She smiled back. He looked so handsome. She was bringing the paper closer to her to kiss his face. She suddenly realised she was losing her mind. Why was she holding this paper?
Try to remember. Try. Try hard. Ok. It’s coming back. It’s coming. Someone just told me to read somebody’s obituary. Whose obituary? Ok. Let me read this. It’s a remembrance. Awww. The guy is so cute. Look at him. He would have been Twenty-nine in April. "It's been two years since you left us..blah..Babajide Jesse Akinyele blah... Fondly remembered by your friends.".
"Babajide? Is this my Jesse? " Tutu was asking Moji seriously.
Moji looked confused. In the past 60 seconds, she had watched several emotions cross Tutu's face. From Horror, to Sadness, to Confusion, to Happiness..then Awareness. But the one Tutu had on wasn't easy to decipher. She only nodded in response to Tutu's question.
"No! It can't be. Jide isn't dead. No!" Tutu grabbed the car keys and headed for the door. Moji wanted to stop her, but the look she got from Tutu changed her mind. Tutu slammed the door as she went through it. She was planning to drive really fast to find her Jide. Her personal Jide.
She dialled his number before starting the car. Her dad's car. No answer. She kept dialing till she reached his house.
Surprisingly, the gate was open. She entered his sitting room straight away.
"Jide? Jide?! Jesse? Answer me. Can you hear me?" her voice sounded guttural from the tears that didn't stop flowing. She wiped the tears in her eyes with her left hand, hoping to hear him from the land of the dead.
Jesse unplugged the earpiece from his ears. He didn't want to listen to Beethovan anymore. It was depressing enough that another woman he loved was leaving him for another man. He tried his best with Tutu. It just wasn't enough. It never was enough for women.. Wouldn't it be better to die? To just really die? He stared at the pills in front of him one last time. Somebody was in house. He felt the presence of another human. The hairs at the back of his head stood on end. He grabbed a plank. He realised he was being stupid.
Why am I holding this thing? Am I scared of dying? Hell no. I was just about to kill myself with these pills. What's the worst they would do? Burst my kidney? Tutu!!
He rushed out of his room to where he heard his name being called by the love of his life Tutu.
Tutu stepped back. Her eyes were heavy from too much weeping. Her nose was clogged. She opened her mouth to breathe better. She adjusted her head to take a better view of Jesse. He looked lean. How long has it been since she last saw him? His sideburns were around his face. He hadn't shaved. Had he even had his bath? There was an unpleasant smell. Tutu laughed maniacally. Three days. He had lost his mind.
"Jesse? "
He watched her as she moved her head in his direction. She looked pale. Had she been sick? No. Her cheeks were still robust. She was looking at him weirdly. Her nose was runny. She kept wiping her hand on it and cleaning on her dress. This was the love his life. He was watching her movements. All new to him. Then she laughed. Was she laughing at him or with him? He realised his face was smiling right from when he set his eyes on her. Maybe that's what made her laugh. My baby.
"Baby.“ He replied. W
She hesistated before going to him and crushing herself into his arms. The force of it threw him off balance as the both of them landed on the floor, their arms wrapped around each other in a near-death grip.
"I've missed you, my love." he kissed her hair and buried his nose in it. She cleaned her nose on his shirt. He laughed again at her funny ways. Tutu was back to him. His love. He didn’t care what she had done. He would accept her. Warts and all. "Tutu. You are back. Thank you."
Tutu released herself from his hold then looked at his face as if she was trying to be sure something was right. "Jide, please don't leave me. I beg you. Don't die."
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." he assured her.
"Promise me."
"I promise you, with all my heart."
Tutu reached for her pocket...

Following, this is a lovely piece. Thank yu ma'am

Wow

Still following...

Nice story u hav here, boumee. So loving it.

Boumee am still mad....e 2 short but thanks

Ve been a ghost reader bt not again,boumee u are so so amazin more ink to ur pen.am rill enjoyin ur story

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Boumee am still mad....e 2 short but thanks

haba madamme

That one no too short jhoor, e no short self


Bounme, keep em coming, but don't let ya Nl live affect ya personal and reality live oooo


Jah bless

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U welcm ma'am..still following

Well, let me seeeeee.......Hmmmmm, not so much again. Least I forget, THANK YOU for this update.

Patiently waiting......

come and continue am just wondering how jide will tell teju everything

AgbenuAnna:
come and continue am just wondering how jide will tell teju everything

perfect wedding can anything be perfect in the world we are..summary please I find it hard to read this days

21
...***...
Tutu reached for her pocket. She brought out the portion of the newspaper showing Jesse's death remembrance, then tore it to shreds.

"What's that?” Jesse asked.
“it’s nothing.”
“Really?” he asked again.
“Do you have anything to tell me?” she asked.
He sighed. “I have many things to say and I think now is the best time to say them.”
She smiled encouragingly. “I’m listening.”
“I am dead. I mean I am supposed to be dead. At least that’s what everyone thinks. Except my family, of course. .. My dad was a former minister and you know how politics is in Nigeria, your family isn’t safe. After my accident, it wasn’t easy for me to survive the gunshot wounds. My death was faked to relieve my family of death threats cos there were many of it. My ex best friend had an affair with my girlfriend and soon to be wife.”

“Girlfriend.” Tutu arched an eyebrow and frowned.

Ëx-girlfriend.” Jesse smiled, reassuring her. She didn’t have much of my company like you. I don’t blame her for that, cos I was always too busy. Maybe I didn’t really love her enough or else, I would have found time to be with her. But then, I trusted my friend, so I put him in charge of Teju. I wanted him to take care of her,,.” He paused and smiled “…and he did just that. He was a friend I had helped in many ways and he betrayed me. I am so happy he did that. It just like testing before the real deal. You.” He smiled and kissed Tutu’s forehead. “It’s a lesson to never trust your friends with your bestfriends.”
“Is that why you haven’t introduced me t your friend? The one you said helped you?”Tutu wanted to really know. She had so many questions.
“There was really no friend helping me. I did these with the help of my parents and sister.” He smiled . “You should meet my sister”
“I can’t wait.” She smiled then she stopped smiling. “Continue your story.”
“Ok .so, one thing led to the other and they fell in love. She didn’t want me to know she had fallen out of love with me. She’s such a gentle dove.”
“Hmmn! Dove my ass.”
“What’s with you and the background voice you are giving to this story? Eh?..” he laughed. “She started giving me hints. Called me Oba instead of Jide. I laughed about it at first in Oba’s presence. He shrugged. I noticed there acted strange around when the three of us were together. I was also uncomfortable in their company…then that day happened. The day of my accident. He had made up his mind that killing me woiuld be the fastest way to be with her. And it was.”
“How did you know it was him?”
“I met them recently. Teju First. And she spilled her guts, like she always did. Then her husband, Oba, came.”
“Oh, they are married now?”
“Yes. There’s a baby on the way. Things have been tough for them and they thought confessing to me would make them better.”
“Things like what?”
“For starters, she has been pregnant for over a year—
Before he could finish what he was saying, Tutu burst out laughing.
“What? Don’t laugh.” he joined her then they stopped laughing.
“May God forgive us.” Then he asked more seriously, looking at her. “Tutu, when are we making our babies?”
Tutu stiffened. He felt it for his left shoulder was behind her right shoulder as they sat on the floor, backing the wall. He let it pass.
“I had to move away from my family, friends and home.”
It took a while for Tutu to realize he was still telling his story. She had been thinking about something else. The guilt she felt for letting Jesse believe she was pure and innocent and here he was, telling her the reasons for his actions. His actions hadn’t been selfish. He had done it to save his family and himself. He had stopped living the life he love and enjoyed just because he didn’t want any other member of his family to be really killed.
He smiled at the memory of something he had said, then continued. “…you make me want to risk everything. All the secrets my family and I have kept from the public. You make we want to take a risk with my—“
“Jide, there something I need to tell you.”
Jesse was scared. The laughter in his eyes was slowly disappearing. “What is it?” he quietly asked.
"I'm not a virgin." she blurted.
He laughed. “You think I haven‘t figured that out? What do you think I am? A baby?”
“But you believed me..but—“
“See, ehn babe, I let you think I believed. You wanted it that way, I had to respect it.” He winked.
“I don’t know what to say..” She suddenly felt self conscious.
He drew her closer and kissed her head. She shivered.
“Don’t worry. We will wait till after our wedding to consummate this relationship. If that’s how you want it.”
“How do you want it?” she teased.
“You are a bad girl. A very bad girl.” He shook his head in mock irritation, laughing with her.

…***…
KOSI’S WEDDING DAY.
After the pictures taken with the couple, Jesse drew Tutu away from the bridal train and whispered something to her. She laughed. Kosi was watching them with interest.
“Tutu!!” Kosi called.
“I’m coming.” She hurriedly whispered to Jesse and walked carefully to meet Kosi.
“I need to pee.” Kosi begged.
“Chief-Bridesmaid Mode activated. Let’s go.”
When they got to the restroom, Kosi turned around swiftly, almost pushing Tutu to the floor.
“What were you and ‘Jesus’ discussing that was making you laugh like that? He was filling you with the holyspirit abi?” “Kosi you are crazy.” Tutu joked. “So that’s why you called me here?”
“Yes. Oya tell me na. Pleeease.”
“Ok. He was talking about making today special for me but he was sure you would be mad and probably walk him out of your party. You wouldn’t want anyone to rain on your parade. It’s your wedding. Your special day.” Tutu smiled, lovingly.
“Aaaww. How did he know that? I like him for you o. He’s so good.”
Tutu wondered when Kosi decided to accept Jesse. Things were finally working out.

A few hours into the after party, Jesse held Tutu’s hands and dropped a purse on her laps.
“What’s that?”
“A purse, obviously.” He replied.
“Is this my gift?” she smiled, about to open it.
“Yes. But before you touch it, promise me you’ll accept it.”
“Why won’t I accept it. It’s a beautiful purse.” She tried to pull her hands out of his, but he didn’t budge.
“Promise me you’ll accept this purse.”
Tutu sighed. “OK. I promise. I will accept boss!” he released her hands grudgingly.
She went straight to open the beautiful gold purse. She paused. Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes. Jesse put a ring in it. Her hopes weren’t dashed. She was so happy.
“Oh..Jesse. I love you so much.. I can’t—express myself.” Her voice cracked and more tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him.
“Jesse!! You have given me the perfect wedding gift.” Kosi shouted from where she was. She had been watching them all the while.
“And here she goes, ruining my proposal.” Jesse frowned jokingly at Kosi, then got on one knee and faced Tutu. “Honey, forget that your bestfriend is trying to rain on our parade by spoiling this proposal. Will you marry me Adetutu Adeniran?
She nodded. Her voice cracked.. “Yes I will. I love you now, forever and a day.
“I love you more than forever. I love you now, forever and a millennium.” He laughed.

THE END.

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I super love this book. It's a good story,SHORT though. Thank u.